Badump! Badump! Badump!
A faint, deep hum echoed through the battlefield. With each beat, the abominations took a step backward as the man standing in front of their army approached, glowing with golden light.
The Avatars split into three. One of them stood to face Chad, one went to fend Bahamut off, and the last one went to chase Amaterasu. While all of them were in a tight spot, the one facing Chad was in the most dangerous position of them all.
He growled underneath his hood and glared forward, listening to the faint hum of Chad's heart beating.
Badump! Badump! Badump!
That was the sound of the man still being alive, standing there to face him. The Father of humanity, and the peak of humankind. The absolute perfection molded by AO's hands. AO usually works opposite to how humans create things. The first prototype of whatever he makes is always the best, strongest, and most refined, and he'll then try to weaken and balance it.
