At that moment, Creed's presence transformed entirely. The air around him grew heavy, no, suffocating.
His blood-red aura intensified, swirling like a storm made of pure killing intent.
It wasn't just power; it was tyranny, the kind of overwhelming energy that made every leaf in the trees tremble and every weak-hearted soul want to drop to their knees.
The aura around him felt like it was screaming with the voices of a thousand battles, roaring with an ancient lust for destruction.
It wrapped around his body like a living thing, wild and untamable, flaring out with each step he took.
The Path of Killing wasn't just an energy boost anymore; it had become him, and the red glow licking off his body felt like it would turn the very air to ashes!
As he pounced straight into the heart of the vine spear storm, his eyes were calm but filled with terrifying clarity.
And then, with a casual swipe of his spear, the forest shook.
BOOM!
