Michael chuckled.
"You fool. Do you think you can kill me? I am no man, no king. I am a servant of the goddess herself! A god's vessel! I am death to a devil like you!" He sneered, raising his hand.
All at once, the Death Walkers collapsed to the ground like puppets with their strings cut.
Their bodies convulsed, writhing as Michael sucked the essences from their corpses, binding them into himself.
A forbidden technique that the church had been keeping hidden.
The air grew heavy, black with despair.
Xion's eyes widened. "The statue of that scary goddess… it was you."
Michael's white hair grew long, his features twisting. Long arms appeared from his back, raising him higher until he was face-to-face with levitating Xion.
For the first time, he resembled the human-eating stone idol perfectly, except that the gender was wrong.
Michael's sleeve snapped like a whip, and a violent blast sent Darius flying miles away.
