'Time to kill all the Ascendants in this battlefield.' The thought blazed like molten steel in Max's mind, his eyes sharpening with a ferocious gleam that seemed to cut through the swirling blood mist and chaos around him.
With his strength now at the Fourth Level of Master Rank, the energy boiling in his veins made him feel like a caged dragon finally unfurling its wings, and he was ready to tear this battlefield apart, piece by bloody piece.
Without hesitation, he raised his right arm high above his head, fingers outstretched, black scales glinting in his skin. Brilliant golden light flared at his palm, condensing rapidly into three gleaming swords of pure luminance.
