Odoacer blanked out, Mithras' voice and words reverberating in his mind as he entered a vegetative state, shaking his head like a fool while his son's Blood Field forced its way towards him.
"Hahahaha! Hahahahahaha! Argh…ARRRRRRGH!" The King of Kings threw his head back, laughing one moment, and howling psychotic screams the next. The grimaces on his face cleared, and he clenched his fists, knees flexing as the might of his Fractal Blood Field…tripled instantly!
Sanguine flames filled Odoacer's eyes, and he cracked his neck, extending his right hand towards Mithras as his body underwent a complete overhaul.
"Fine! If I can't have my heir, I will enjoy my worthy rival!
