"RAAAHHHHHH!!!"
Duke Kahn's scream of rage and humiliation echoed across the ruined Coliseum. His barrier flickered as he channeled power through it, not for defense but for destruction.
BOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!
A single High Sequence Technique erupted from his position.
His Ether, unleashed without restraint or precision, simply lashing out at everything in range.
The already-devastated Coliseum took more damage. What few structures remained standing crumbled under the Duke's fury.
But his rage didn't stop there.
The destruction spread outward, beyond the Coliseum's boundaries. Buildings in the surrounding blocks disintegrated under mystical assault. Streets cracked and buckled.
For miles in every direction, Duke Kahn's uncontrolled power laid waste to everything.
He didn't care about collateral damage.
Didn't care about the additional thousands who would die from his rampage. The humiliation burned too hot, the loss too complete.
His Coliseum—destroyed.
His Champions—dead.
