The explosion was a mixture of black and red, the signature colors of chaos.
However, it was also very similar to the colors that represented the Dragon Lord.
The instant the bomb went off, Damien used all of his power to contain it within a certain area. He gritted his teeth and fought against it, but, as expected, in this body, he had to deal with Chaos' full power.
From the crowd's perspective, the Dragon Lord was putting up his final struggle. He was releasing everything he possibly had to destroy Damien and win the battle.
Damien would have been glad if it was just that much.
The explosion wasn't something he could deal with alone. He started sweating just from the few seconds that he spent containing it, but it was still expanding ever so slightly with every passing instant.
Still, Damien gritted his teeth and held on. The defining factor right now was not his own effort, but the actions of his main body.
