Ouros

To hell with despairing for survival.

To hell for clinging on to the teat of luck and fate.

I never want to go through this again, fighting with only survival in mind...

I fight to triumph!

To dominate!

Let them be concerned by my strength, praying to their gods and negotiating with their demons for the smallest shred of hope at survival.

Not me...

Not ever...

Even the thought of it infuriates me, it bubbles my Rage!

The dying crimson glow on my body reignited in fury, and a coat of golden runes etched their patterns on my skin.

Steam rose off of my figure, and an explosion of blood-red colored pressure stilled the world. The air turned hazy, and the colors of the energies boiling in my body intensified, becoming even more domineering with every shade.

I won’t lose, and I definitely won’t survive... I will dominate.

“SSsshhhrrriiieeekkkk!!!”

The beast could sense a change, the momentum just shifted.