Azazeal let out a chuckle, his eyes darkening further, the purple within them threatening to emerge as he stared at the silver-haired man before him.
"Really?"
He muttered with a blink, and in the next moment, Kyle's nose was broken when a punch landed on his face.
He tried to fight back, but he couldn't, just like always. Yet, his face showed no pain, only an eerie calmness.
His eyes glowed white as he shattered the space around him to take Azazeal far away from this place, to make sure no one would be affected. However, almost as if sensing his intent, Azazeal grabbed him by the hair and threw him down. His body tore through numerous branches of the Tree of Fate, causing the elves below to cry out.
With a loud boom, he slammed into the ground, obliterating everything in his path. Dust and debris surged, clouding his vision, which was spinning violently.