Kain suddenly halted his thoughts and laughed
'It had been too damn long!'
His cold and emotionless facade had been completely shattered. Now, his face had morphed into a crazed grin as blood flowed down from his forehead, streaking across his features like war paint.
The drums of war pounded relentlessly in his mind.
This was the kind of battle he craved—the kind where he could feel the sting of injury, where there was even the slightest hint of risk. It was a battle that truly made his blood boil, where the thrill of danger was palpable, and the line between life and death blurred!
Kain pulled out another sword, his eyes gleaming with an unholy fire. Now armed with a blade in each hand, he was completely fearless, a whirlwind of death and chaos.
[Bloodlust!]
Activating the divine technique, the aura around Kain twisted and churned violently, a thick, red mist seeping from his body.