"But I am a God..." the prince muttered, enraged that Ossa was unaware of his might.
Red mist emanated from his body, morphing into floating drops of blood. The blood drops converged above him, quickly forming a sphere of blood, larger than the sun Ossa had created.
The large sphere of blood enveloped the sun, the orange luminance now eerily crimson red. The hot plasma, unwilling to extinguish under the influence of the liquid blood, clashed with the blood that refused to evaporate. The blood completely enveloped the sun, blocking its luminance.
The night was now bathed in crimson red, its radiance covering almost the entirety of Drax—evidence of its magnitude and the power of its creators.
"You say only a god can kill you, and I am one," the prince exclaimed, standing right in front of Ossa.
"Huh..." Surprised, Ossa tried to create more distance, but once again—Boom!