A screen turned red. The name was Crushing Planets.
Demonic Wrath gasped for air, their skin was burned horribly. Every bit of motion pained them greatly. Still they gripped their daggers.
Erupting Volcano made a sickening grin, "This is fantastic! Truly a wonderful event!"
Demonic Wrath began to rapidly change. The two feathers on their head multiplied. Now the two turned into twelve, six on a side. The feathers were closely intertwined. If one didn't look closely, they would be mistaken for horns.
Demonic Wrath charged forward, this form was a trump card among trump cards. They could only use this once per year, once it ran out they would sacrifice one quality of themself and fall in a coma for three months.
Demonic Wrath used this once before, and lost their voice to it. They came to the conclusion that losing another trait was a more acceptable outcome than dying. Though they probably still would die.
