The last remaining angel commander clenched his teeth, his eyes burning with fury and hatred.
The death of his comrades sent a tremor of rage through his veins. In fact, the once-pure light surrounding him flickered and dimmed, turning dull red.
"Monster…" he hissed, his voice trembling between pain and hatred. "You'll die for this."
How all three of his companions died had enraged him to the point that his reasoning was being clouded by rage.
Kent didn't bother replying.
His crimson eyes simply narrowed as he flapped his colossal wings once, sending shockwaves that cracked the earth beneath. The air trembled around him, and molten dust rose up as heat distorted the battlefield like a mirage.
'So much battle experience for me, I guess.'
Kent has already recalled memories of Chaos (his first incarnation) battling many powerful foes.
So he isn't a mere dragon, he is one with so much battle experience...
