Kim Seijin stood still, his body humming with energy, raw and ancient, like a forgotten force finally waking up inside him. The sensation wasn't just powerful—it was overwhelming, consuming, like a wildfire spreading through his veins.
He could feel it in every inch of himself, tugging at something deep in his core. For a moment, he just let it flood him, eyes fluttering shut as if to savor it. His hands instinctively came together, the magic building between them, waiting. Not impatient—just waiting, like a song waiting to be sung.
He opened his eyes, his voice cutting through the air like a blade, sharp and sure. "As a Celestial called Seraphim, I'm going to destroy you! You're not returning from this final stage, I assure you!"
His words weren't just a threat; they were a promise, carrying the weight of all that power, his power. The air itself seemed to bend under the force of it, thickening around him.
