The roaring cheer still echoed in the air like an aftershock of a quake, but Raven didn't bask in it.
He stood there, unmoved.
The crowd could scream his name a thousand times—but his eyes were locked on the only thing that mattered.
It was the figure in black—the Berserker.
They hadn't moved much, not even flinched at the stage-shaking display.
Well, they did take a step back before, but it was only to avoid a crack caused by Raven's foot-smash.
The power, the elemental grandeur, and the declaration, however, rolled over them like waves against stone.
Then suddenly—
Whoosh!
The armored figure inched closer. Not stepped. Slid.
Raven blinked. Just once.
"Did... did they just slide?! Like—slide?!" Omni exclaimed inside Raven's mind, baffled.
Yes, they did.
Feet still planted, knees slightly bent, the figure had shifted forward a whole two feet like a sinister stool with bloodlust.
Then—
