Giant Killer
Trigrams of pain were unleashed in the form of incinerating carmine. Trails of dragged otherworldly raw flesh, with its surrounding drooping from the heated scarlet liquid.
Gigantic monster leaped forward only for it to be cleaved into two as they slid over the rocky terrains. Some of them splashes venomous liquid after death, some could perform a rapid mitosis after being cut into two.
But all trickery and gimmick pales in comparison toward putrid hatred and wrath manifest.
"... This might be the second time I'm using the Primal Wrath to this extent." The trailing reddish anger manifest were overflowing form Nagan's eyes behind the mask, spilling the waving tendrils to the sides as he massacred all dissidents in dividend. "It took an inhumane amount of focus to maintain a great control of this power."
He noticed Owen who was standing comfily, waving her hand as she watched over the brutal scenery. It seemed like she possessed a mean that makes her practically invisible to a sentient's consciousness. Even Nagan needed to refresh his memory and scan over the surroundings multiple times to ensure that he knew where she was, as it slips his mind easily like a soap bar in a humid moss cave.
Nagan then gathered all of his enmity manifest onto his arm, covering all of the surface like a wavy gauntlet made out of inkish scarlett scales, before he scarred the air, sending fives waves of all consuming tides onto the incoming waves of enemies.
But just as the tidal waves of distraction went farther, it was suddenly torn apart. From it, was a nine-meterer hulking humanoid inkish cyclop, covered in a blacker cataphract with rigid geometry, slicing the air and everything it ran across, even its own ally.
And just as it was thought that it was trying to build its momentum, this menacing monster instantly covered forty meters in length of a distance in an instant, hurling its branching arm that splitted into two humanoid limbs each, while using the other two hands as a crosshair, aiming directly at Nagan's head.
Seeing a befitting challenger, Nagan retracted his arm as if he was reloading a revolver, gathering his enmity energy into his single bone-crunching clutch—before he unleashed his rage upon the incoming fists.
The two unstoppable forces collide with each other, terraforming the surrounding into a natural magnetic field as fried cubic parts of the land ascends and disperses from the sheer intensity.
And just as the landscape was transforming, the two fighters disappeared from their position, before appearing on a different place and stance within the proximity of the terraformed landscape, clashing once again.
And again.
And again!
A second hadn't even passed, yet they had been exchanging fists and bruises to one and another at such a rapid face, the human eyes couldn't simply follow.
"AHAHAHAHAHA!" The intensity of the fight was enough to sink Nagan into a pure, unadulterated berserk state. "WE CAN'T WAIT FOR GODS TO DO EVERYTHING!!"
After the quick bursts of actions happened in a short span of a second, the heat began to slow down as quick and destructive attacks had been exchanged for slow, accurate, and destruction bringer of a force.
Land shifted its location, as the hurricane from the faraway land was punctured by the stray shockwave unleashed by these clashing fighters.
At some point within the fight, Nagan remembered that he was a normal human, and not an almighty asura capable of rending the continent through sheer power of anger. And with humanity, comes consciousness.
Seeing how the peeping tom was still somewhere within the proximity of this location. It would take an incredibly long time to finish this single cyclop without using his psycast prowess, and to have someone that could possibly identify him from his psycast signature, it would be really troubling.
So just before the next imminent clash, Nagan bent forward and gathered all of the enmity energy onto his spine. Claustrophobic pain and indefinite hell, eight crimson tendrils sprouted from his back, launching skyward and aggressively extending into the sky.
The amount of cuts and slices happening within the sky was enough to serve a salad of undulating clouds. He didn't even need to check it, as the absence of that watcher was immediately felt the moment it was fone.
"Heh, now I can take this matter seriously."
Imitating Bluebell, Nagan used the enmity energy of the {Primal Wrath} to be the bridge that brought the content within the psycast field into life, no matter the state of the progress made by the level of adaptation made by the physical vessel and the flexibility of the psycast field. Extending his psycast sense throughout the whole area, he began the spell that was enough to take down an immortal lich down to their grave.
A million spears to christen a sinner into the deepest depth of hell.
{Solstice Sign: Memento Of Unpromised Vow}
A fluttering cape where the end perpetually trails the wind like a mark of dawn—was created on the shoulders of its caster.
The reddish hue of the surrounding reality began to contort into golden stripes, a coiling ouroboros, twirling and twisting into the sky where an unfathomable amount of ten-metered mechanical apparition manifested, where the heaven gave a bright spotlight that shone the sinner of its position and vulnerability.
The cyclop wasn't fazed by this, however, as it was determined to land another of its landscape-bending strikes. But just before the surface of its fists could reach its target, one of the apparitions was flung straight into its chest, anchoring the raging monster to the ground.
Following it after was a high-speed barrage of the apparition, grinding and twisting the existence of the giant cyclop before it was impaled by another.
The hail of raining 'spears' happened at the speed of 10 apparitions per second, and the whole spell lasted for a solid two minutes and twenty second before the last piece struck a solid mass of condensed spiritual metal.
"... Might be a little bit overkill," Nagan playfully said as he staggered on the ground, still wearing the inkish scarlet cape formed by the spell. "For me, that is."