As the battle went on, the air thickened with pure malice, the battlefield trembling under the pressure of the merged demon's rising fury. Its six horns glowed like molten iron, its veins bulged with streams of blackened crimson, and its claws flexed with murder's resolve. The beast no longer cared for elegance or cruelty—no longer toying with its prey. It wanted annihilation. Its towering form bellowed a guttural roar, so deep the stones beneath Serah cracked, the sound splitting the air like thunder.