In an instant, flashes of light circulated around the ten heads of the Ten-headed Rakshasa, as numerous other heads formed one by one on both sides and twenty arms sprouted from above his shoulders.
The Ten-headed Rakshasa waved his large arms.
Gales arose, and a violent storm swirled around the Ten-headed Rakshasa, forming a roaring vortex. He lashed out vehemently, swinging both large arms and grabbing something in the blink of an eye, about to lift it up.
But the Ten-headed Rakshasa had clearly underestimated the weight of the wrist guards.
Boom!
The arms of the Ten-headed Rakshasa that held the wrist guards turned blood red, his veins bulging like underground streams beneath the earth, raging and ceaseless, as if bursting through the skin, dyeing both arms a bright red.
"So heavy!"
The Ten-headed Rakshasa's heart tightened.
His pupils constricted, and he stared venomously at the wrist guards atop the throne, a trace of shock in his heart.