Rathlos extended his hand. Dark and fiery blades formed around his arm, twisting and layering like living weapons. They moved like they were alive, sliding over each other and giving off heat that made the air ripple.
A surge of darkish fiery glint erupted from his body, and the ground behind him shook as cracks spread outward across the broken marble.
"So I am here to fulfill my promise," he continued, his gaze locked on Duke Monopolis.
His eyes did not blink. His face stayed calm, but the veins along his neck stood out.
The crowd nearby bent away from him as if pushed by wind.
He clenched his fist and roared.
"Insolent human, I am here to grace you with death."
The sound echoed hard against the walls. Dust fell from the ceiling, and some of the nobles covered their ears.
Duke Monopolis stared at him in shock. His lips parted slightly, and his breath grew uneven.
Memories flashed through his mind.
