SHHHRRRIP!
A pair of impossibly huge, ferocious wings that seemed forged from fire ripped violently from his back, unfurling with a trail of billowing black smoke and Blazing Flame!
Demon Wings!
Along the edges of the wings, countless strands of pitch-black lightning, like tiny serpents, danced and coiled manically, emitting a heart-stopping aura of destruction.
The broken horn on his head had long since regrown. It was now thicker and more curved than before, like two death scythes pointed at the sky.
His eyes, burning with Hellfire, had grown deeper. A mere gaze from them felt as if it could drag one's very soul into the endless Abyss, to be damned for all eternity.
ROAR!
A roar brimming with boundless battle intent erupted from the depths of Agrean's throat!
The roar manifested as a visible shockwave that swept out in all directions!
Upon the high ground, the Hill Giants were actually forced back step after step by the force of the roar.
The Demon Monarch has arrived!
