The air on the plateau grew heavy with foreboding as Damon, a figure cloaked in an aura of darkness, tightened his grip on the pole of Class C's flag. The steel body of the pole began to crack under the violent surge of his black Yin power. The visible fissures that marred the pole's surface were a testament to the ominous strength that Damon held within him.
Damon's eyes gleamed with a dark green light, an eerie radiance that spoke of the potent energy coursing through him. His very presence seemed to beckon forth the forces of death, an unholy power that he tapped into with a sinister purpose. The God soul within him responded to his call, and the power of death, hidden within the depths of his soul, surged forth like a tidal wave.