"MISERY"

Akuma wiped off the blood from his mouth, his body permanently scarred by Hell's Flames. 'Shit. I've got to be careful on which commands to use. I'm not within Whispers of a Fated End anymore.’

Owari regenerated new body parts at miraculous speeds. He got up from his feet, facing off against the anomalies he attempted to destroy once before. ‘First they come at me one after the other, now they come all at once?’

“We better hope we make it out alive,” Ihann grunted, his vocal cords damaged and body beat up. “Heaven knows if he is using the full 3% maximum output. Let's see what else he's got.”

The four surrounded Owari, all holding battle stances. The latter smirked, lifting up his first two fingers. The eyes opened wide, recognising his signature technique.

Omni-directional dimensional slashes rained down upon his oppositions. Faster than the majority could react to, their joints were dismantled from their bodies.