Oh Death! Where Is Your Sting?: Part IV

“Tear it down now!” Rage screamed as his face contorted into something much more unpleasant than it usually was. His eyes grew redder in anxiety and anger as his strength went past his previous limits. His power was like a massive flood, and it washed over the two who were facing him, trapped within a construct of their own making.

“We would struggle now,” Aegeus observed Rage’s changes and understood that things were going to get much harder.

The burn on Rage’s chest, which he had sustained from Selina and Aegeus’s combination strike was still there. And the smell of burnt flesh did fill the nostrils of him and Selina. There was a large gush on Rage’s back from Abe’s strike as well. Although both attacks were powerful enough to obliterate any average 8^th Stage Noble, Rage had only sustained superficial damage. This was testament to how strong he was. However, the fact that his injuries were still the sam