Calling upon all the power of his demonic bloodline, and all the rage he could muster, he brought out every single artifact he crafted, hundreds, thousands, hundreds of thousands, and millions of swords that came out from Axel's rings. They all rushed into the sky, and the runes engraved on them shimmered in golden radiance. Using his demonic energy, crystalline mana, and all the bloodlust and his will, he poured them all into his millions of swords that covered the entire sky.
The sky was already cloudy, but the millions of swords each dawned in different patterns and runes darkened the sky even more than it was already before. Darkness covered the figure of Axel, his slightly long hair waved in the raging winds, and only his runic eyes blazing in crimson fury could be seen. Seeing the millions of swords, each and every single one of them filled with absolute power, which even made the vice tower masters shudder in slight fear.
