Finally," Damien laughed, the sound sending a chill down the spines of every demon watching.
Looking at the new assura in front of him, he couldn't help but recall how similar it was to the asura who told him about his parents.
Only this one seemed to be more aggressive.
"A proper warmup."
The words hung in the suffocating, blood-soaked air for a fraction of a second before the sheer audacity of them shattered the Asura's sanity.
"WARMUP?!" The four-armed Asura roared.
The sound was a physical shockwave that blew the surrounding corpses into mist.
The volcanic plate armor encasing the giant's body erupted into literal active volcanoes, spewing rivers of superheated magma.
He didn't care about the apocalyptic Demigod clash happening in Layer 9 anymore.
The absolute, unadulterated humiliation of being treated as a stepping stone by a surface human completely consumed his 8th-Order mind.
"I AM THE LORD OF THE ASHEN PEAKS! I HAVE SLAUGHTERED DRAGONS HOW DARE YOU!"
