As soon as he looked at the Scarlet Moon, with his eyes meeting the beautiful sight of it and the light hitting them, he felt something he had never felt before. He could not describe it and at that moment he could not take his gaze off of it.
Just like how it had been during and after that stormy night, whenever something significant happened in his life, something else would happen in that short space of time.
Immediately, the white part of his eyes turned black, his iris stayed blue but his pupil turned completely red. Black smoke continuously left his eyes and then disappeared into the air. His veins turned black like his heart had started to pump black blood.
Martyr was in his right hand but he felt the core of his resting place in his belly fill up and be full. He had remembered how it was when his berserk self took over when he was out cold, but this was something different.
He felt like he could do anything that he wanted to do.
"Is this the peak of my power right now?"