Hellfire burns

An intense roar sent the depth of the perilous arena shaking from a devastating shockwave.

Vaporizing beams kept flitting the air, locking and reducing the void and space around into mere ash.

Spatial cracks appeared above Blake's head, an overwhelming sense of impending doom descended, plunging him into a state of laxity for a few seconds.

A split second later, the Progenitor beast appeared before Blake...

His eyes widening at his state of helplessness and vulnerability.

There was a massive cyclone been formed. Myraid of sword opened up like a vortex of abysmal disk.

Condensed energy powered up, causing the atmosphere to fall in peril.

Blake realized that if this power hits, then there's no chance of survival for him.

But suddenly, Blake remembered something...

His eyes immediately turned dull and listless.

The occasional chanting echoed off in his mind.

"Demon slayer of the seven Ires..."