All of a sudden, Emery felt a sense of suffocation as if the air around was being pulled away towards where his opponent was standing. Turning his head over, he could see white smokes coming out of the latter's body.
The Berserker had finally unleashed his full strength.
Cracking sounds were heard as Zetto moved and stretched his stiff body. He looked at Emery and grinned. "Did you know… that weak Sigurd has never been able to open his ancestral line.. The real Titan strength."
Seeing the expression on his face, the man himself seemed amazed at his own strength. He clenched and unclenched his fists, feeling the seemingly unstoppable force coursing through his veins.
"This is the power of the Gods! We, the Titans, are supposed to be worshiped like Gods!" His eyes fixed on Emery, the grin on Zetto's face widened while a maniacal look appeared on his face. "And you… you now can feel my fury! A God's fury!"
