Walker couldn't understand what he was seeing. The flood of mana was so chaotic that his senses couldn't keep up with it. Even the demon lord's armor had begun to warp with the high amount of pressure he was under.
His horns became broken and jagged, but more terrifying. The metal broke away exposing a monstrous face. One that showed he had taken on scar after scar along his many years of fighting others for this one chance.
While Walker could feel bad about how the demon lord had gotten here, he could only be disgusted at this point. The demon lord had become obsessed with gaining what he had lost. Yes, it was a horrendous event to lose his mother through experimentation. It was terrible that the world had been unable to help him more.
