The blood that converged majestically above Edward's head swirled into a crimson ocean, the surging blood tumbling like the tide, blocking out the sunlight.
Within the blood ocean, there wasn't only the blood of the fallen soldiers, but more of it was the power Edward himself possessed. It had become stronger, far stronger than when he had first awakened.
Blood rain descended from the sky, the fishy red droplets pattering on the soldiers' faces, evaporated in an instant, turning into a thin red mist before melding back into the blood ocean spanning the horizon, in an endless cycle.
From the very beginning, Edward had exerted all his strength, unleashing all of his power. His black hair danced as it plunged into the blood ocean, sucking up the blood like leeches. His fingernails and teeth elongated into sharp points, and his skeletal structure crackled as his once lean body began to swell and expand. His bone wings grew even larger, each flap stirring up intense madness.
