Damian's expression didn't fluctuate even as Ares and War Lords vanished from around him. He didn't flinch even as his Chaos Edict affinity increased by leaps and bounds, reaching new, extreme heights, before shattering a conceptual ceiling that was impeding it.
BOOM!
A formless, chaotic aura erupted from Damian's being, turning the very atmosphere the disordered, messy version of itself. A foggy, ethereal rune flickered in and out on his forehead, before it suddenly gained form.
The moment it did however…
BANG!
Space burst apart before Damian, large fissures appearing on the fabric of reality as though it was fragile paper. It didn't end there. Down below, the sea had gone restless, with gargantuan waves rising into the skies, large enough to swallow entire Biomes.
The dark-golden rune on Damian's forehead shone resplendently, its mere aura alone evoking terror and chaos in the hearts of those who he deemed a nuisance on his path.