"Hahahaha! Hahahahaha!" Damian's cold laughter echoed through the darkness of Realm Zero, devoid of amusement and carrying only a chilling sense of defiance.
The sound twisted through the several tendrils surrounding him, and every face of Dantalion turned toward him with a deadly frown.
Damian's battered body trembled from exhaustion, blood running down his pale skin, yet the coldness in his eyes remained unchanged. He slowly raised his fan before snapping it shut, and the ceremonial robes covering his body suddenly ignited in purple flames. The flames crawled over his body and consumed the robes in an instant, replacing them with a black hanfu adorned with intricate fox motifs that seemed to shift whenever the surrounding darkness moved.
His sleeves hung loosely around his arms while the hem of the garment drifted in the nonexistent wind of Realm Zero, giving him an appearance far removed from the exhausted figure who had been fighting moments earlier.
Demonic Armament!
