Time, at times, seems to pass very quickly. As Sky Scar was just formulating this thought, the hundredth laser light had already been fired. The room reestablished its tranquility as Sky Scar noticed the green wings before him.
The fury within Aoman had reached its extreme. Whether Supernatural beings of the Holy Alliance or those of the Dark World, they all took pride in their own abilities, rarely relying on apparatus developed by technology. However, the lad before him was like a hedgehog, each powerful laser beam posing endless threats to him. Even though he dodged continuously thanks to his keen reflexes and the mysteries of the Shapeshifting Shadows, it still depleted much of his energy.
Finally, with the laser light threat gone, Aoman charged eagerly towards Sky Scar. His mouth, filled with sharp fangs, was already wide open. Only by tearing out Sky Scar's throat and savoring his hot blood could he pacify the anger in his heart.
