Zain's smirk faltered as the enemy closed in.
Their eyes were full of rage, but there was something more now.
Something primal.
They could sense his growing power, the aura around him thickening with each heartbeat.
He felt it, too.
His body was already absorbing the blows.
The pain was becoming a catalyst.
Each injury, each slash, was feeding into his strength.
Without a second thought, Zain fully activated Angelic Demon Shift.
In an instant, his body was covered in a dark red aura.
Black and red horns sprouted from his skull, curling menacingly.
His muscles expanded, his body filling with a surge of power.
Massive wings, black with a glowing red undercurrent, erupted from his back, stretching wide.
Zain's eyes flashed with a savage gleam.
"Now," he muttered to himself.
He felt the overwhelming energy coursing through him.
His heart was pounding. His body was trembling.
His anger burned, and he didn't hold back.
