Even after being so profoundly provoked, Ragnok just smiled, a cold expression that held no humor. "My life," he said, his voice a low, steady growl that cut through the angel's melodic scorn, "has only one purpose. And that is to give my entire life... all nine of them to be exact.. to my God."
He let his words sink in, a quiet declaration of faith that was also an unshakeable promise. "And I would have killed you for that insult," Ragnok continued, his own power beginning to rise, "if it weren't for the rules of this tournament."
This final statement, this rejection of the angel's perceived superiority, was more than Sparx's arrogance could bear.
Sparx lunged, his hand outstretched, a spear of pure, blinding light forming in his grasp.
But as he moved, Ragnok unleashed his full, S-Grade King's Aura. It was a blast of absolute authority.
The pressure, the sheer, crushing weight of a true king's will, slammed into Sparx like a physical mountain.
