"How did he do it?!"
Zakcry asked in pure shock at the impossible scene before him. His full-power attack suddenly vanishes before his eyes.
Merciless, on the other hand, stood there staring at his new arm, the cross-shaped eye gleaming with a black aura. He appeared confused but determined; he had no idea why or how he had this. Given the present state of his memory, everything appears messed up at the moment.
The arm was like an orb, and he began to glimmer through the eye, revealing various things that could be employed in this conflict. There were so many various origin points he could utilize right now, but many of them were sealed owing to the increased degree of strength a lot of those higher beings in his memories have.
