Growth
A mushroom of dust rose into the sky as the devilish titan body landed roughly against the ground, flattening all minor devils with them into paste, as the silent night was reduced into a scene which seemed to have borrowed a leaf from hell itself.
"Huuuuu," he exhaled slightly, his legs gently landing against the floor, as the four dark arms on him faded away into mana dark particles, his former wild grin fading away.
"That was quicker than I thought." The voice belonged to none other than the figures, whose eyes scanned the bloody scene around him, unperturbed.
[You have really grown Hael. Quite fast too...] the system's voice rang in his head as Hael scoffed.
"Stop sounding like a dying old man..." Hael responded, entering through the nooks and crannies where the monsters had come from and anytime he exited, he kept a large pile of golden cards in his hand which quickly disappeared into thin air.