Shye had been unsure whether to retreat or not just a few seconds ago.
But now…now he was certain that he didn't want to, not until he personally took the life of the bastard who pretended to be his friend and played him like he was an idiot.
The next moment, a blood-curdling roar resembling those of ancient demons from the depths of hell echoed across the dimly lit metallic hallways, the purple, eternal soul lanterns flickering in response to the horrifying noise.
An ethereal onyx armor then materialized around his body, significantly enhancing his physical attributes.
Moments later, translucent, rotting jet-black mana wings—reminiscent of a fallen angel—unfurled from his back, spreading in a strange, ghastly yet majestic manner.
Those who saw it for the first time were momentarily awestruck.
However, for Kiin, the sight of the winged, unholy warrior in front of him heralded nothing but his impending death.
