The Beast Lord had made only one grave mistake: throwing his gifted God-Weapon in an attempt to find Aengus. That decision had failed spectacularly, and now he would pay a painful price.
In his Basilisk form, wielding the God-Grade weapon, Aengus felt almost invincible as divine essence flowed through him, boosting his stats many times over and providing an endless reservoir of mana.
The Beast Lord's towering body lay on the ground, his eyes hollow with disbelief at the absurdity of the situation. The God-Weapon, which was supposed to obey only him, was now, ironically, in the hands of his fated enemy.
He quickly stood up, only to see his own towering carbon copy grinning sinisterly above him.
"Bang!"
Before he could blink, Aengus smashed the Beast God's Scepter down on his head, drawing blood. Stars clouded his vision as blood flowed from his nose and mouth.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang!"
