Rage and frustration—accumulated not just from sixteen years of this life, but from the thousands of years lived before—erupted from Caine all at once, tainting his eyes with a vicious scarlet glow.
Around his body, the illusory image of a blood-red dragon coiled tightly, its presence magnifying Caine's aura, amplifying his oppressive tyranny.
A killing intent, the likes of which the world had never seen, bloomed violently. It was so potent, destructive, and hateful that even Zao instinctively took a step back, his usually calm heart pounding in his chest.
Caine's face twisted into a demonic scowl, his aura swelling ever higher, his Will taking step after step toward an inevitable blooming. The dark clouds above rumbled, gathering ominously. Thick pillars of crimson lightning fell, charring everything they touched, the air sizzling with malevolent energy.
