Shadow armored form with the shadows in the vicinity.
Asura Enlightenment physique activated.
FaceScar and company sensed an extremely lethal sense of dread encapsulating them.
They didn't know why, but they had been honed through the dreadful and chaotic environments of the chaotic zone, and because of this, their battle instincts had become very sharp.
All they saw suddenly was a crimson-looking figure with a horn nestled atop his forehead.
The fellow had archaic runes running through his skin, and he had crimson hair and eyes, pulsing with malevolence. He was currently holding some sort of greenish, vine-looking katana sizzling with azure lightning and flames.
The aura pulsing from the bastard was at the rank 1 beginner stage galactic level.
Had he been hiding his actual strength.
Anyway, fuck.
Now was not the time to be thinking about this.
Quickly, they attacked, leaving the confines of their spaceship and facing their opponent, their would-be slave.
Affinities raged.
