"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Muffled blasts continued to echo from behind, as the collapsing tunnels of the Underground Palace temporarily halted the pursuit of the giant spirits and Magic Beasts.
At this moment, Hercules, who was leading the remnants of the Argo Expeditionary Army toward the Titan Temple, felt familiar presences fading away. His body tensed, and then, with eyes nearly bursting from their sockets, he charged at the creature emerging from the corridor.
"Come at me, you spawn of the deep!"
In Hercules' hands, the Nameless Axe Sword swirled like a hurricane, obliterating any Magic Beasts and giant spirits that stood in his way into a pulpy mess.
At the same time, the Divine Blood within the future Hercules neared boiling, thick blood mist erupting from his pores and forming a tangible crimson blaze over his skin, making him resemble a mad lion dashing through the darkness toward its prey.
