Max stood tall and still, the burning lion charging at him with blazing majesty, its jaws wide, flames howling, aura cracking the sky like thunder. Yet he didn't flinch. He didn't step back. He simply watched it come—calmly, coldly, as if it were beneath him.
And then, with terrifying composure, he raised his right fist, now fully infused with infernal might, its skin dark red and veined with glowing black lines from the spread of the Infernal Demon Tattoo.
His fingers clenched tighter, and in that instant, the world seemed to pause—only to shatter a heartbeat later with a violent explosion of aura.
Boom!
From his fist erupted a wave unlike anything the battlefield had ever felt. A violent burst of Slaughter Aura surged outward like a tidal wave, not just infused but fused with Max's raw Infernal Energy—a black-red maelstrom of pure destruction.
