I did it, Father, he thought, holding his slashed side.
Still, he knew it wasn't over–not by a long shot as the Unending Nightmare borrowed another form, expanding its gunky essence in order to rid itself of the flames before redefining the shape and size of its limbs into another figure.
It was an appearance that made him shiver as memories he'd rather not remember came to be recalled; unkempt, ginger hair and a verdant cloak like a ranger, a youthful glow that would be mistaken as benevolent, though that smile he held was a fragile facade when seeing that star-shaped iris and jester tattoo on his right hand.
"...Rubert…" He recalled.
The 'Chaos God Style' user that was beyond simply malice; a force of evil that felt inhuman, yet he unmistakably was, however, this time, there was no doubt that he faced a monstrous entity.
I can do this. I'm stronger now, he thought.
