The impact of their clash shattered what remained of the throne room floor.
The ground split outward in a ring, stone and blood flying in every direction. Lucifer skidded back, boots digging trenches through broken tiles. The beast flipped mid-air, landed low, then let out a howl that cracked the ceiling.
Its silver eyes gleamed like full moons now.
Then it stopped moving.
Dead still.
Its body shook once.
Then again.
Veins bulged across its chest.
Crimson light glowed beneath its fur—like something boiling from within.
Lucifer narrowed his eyes.
"…Here it comes."
The beast snapped its head back and screamed.
A column of silver flame erupted from its mouth, shot straight into the ceiling, and split the sky open. The stone roof cracked like glass—and a pulse of raw, unstable energy exploded outward from its body.
Not aura.
Not magic.
Instinct.
Berserk.
