As Gerard's mental state decayed into a furious rage, his hands became enveloped in swirling shadows. His limbs transformed into razor-sharp extensions of darkness. The shadows coiled and twisted around his fingers, forming ethereal blades that glinted with an otherworldly gleam. His fury, mixed with the primal fury within the shadows, made it easy for Gerard to relinquish control of his body.
He watched as his body carved up dozens of soldiers without giving them a chance to fight back. The darkness sliced through armour and flesh effortlessly, leaving behind deep, jagged wounds that oozed with the black essence of his power. It was as if the very fabric of reality yielded before his lethal strikes.