Demon Lord Stage 2
The cocoon shattered, a loud crack echoing through the fallen city like bones snapping and flesh torn apart.
Two large hands grasped either side of the broken cocoon before tearing them apart. The demon's powerful arms tensed. Their colour was a beautiful midnight black filled with the most perfect and ideal muscles bulging with veins before destroying the remaining cocoon.
A burst of sticky red and black ooze sprayed around, covering the castle walls, door and garden before it began to melt like hot cheese on a good pizza.
Hot, putrid blood rain hammered down onto the courtyard, mixed with the black impurities ripped and gouged from the depths of Ryuji's body. He stood among the destroyed walls, the former solid door that stopped his progression now gone, eroded and destroyed.
He stood still while his silver hair swayed in the breeze, taking the surroundings in.