Azaron stood speechless. He didn't know what to say. He wasn't new to these types of abilities, as many people possessed transformation-type abilities. But at that moment, his entire body was screaming at him to run, to get the fuck out of that place.
His very existence told him that right now, with the power he was displaying, the only thing he could do was get on his knees and present his head.
And his instincts weren't wrong. Azazel now stood on an entirely different plane of existence than before. He could move freely, see into the future whenever he wanted, and determine how far ahead he wished to look, provided he had sufficient Astra Energy.
And the maddening part? Even in this form, where he was already stronger than Azaron, the second effect of his ability, which allowed him to gain increased physical prowess the more destruction he caused, still applied.
