At the same time.
In Galos's eyes.
With a speed visible to the naked eye, bloodshot lines emerged one after another, spreading like a dense spider web.
The Red Iron Dragon slowly stood up, its massive shadow cast over the snowy ground.
Rage like a tsunami surged within him, wave after wave pounding against the dam of reason.
In the past, with such fury, he would have long been overtaken by the instincts of his Fury State, reduced to a beast only knowing destruction.
But now, things were different.
The invisible barrier between his thoughts and rage, though rippling due to the immense anger, did not significantly affect Galos's rationality.
Galos carefully felt this unprecedented fury, allowing the flames of anger to burn freely within.
As time passed, the bloodstains in his eyes became more numerous and dense, almost dyeing the entire whites of his eyes a terrifying crimson.
Finally, in a moment of reaching the pinnacle.
