After the ssages appeared, Evan's aura increased several tis. Changes began to occur in the dark space. Opposite the black lion and the giant rat, a colossal-sized creature appeared. It was a sleeping, red dragon.
A few seconds after it appeared, its eyes opened, and a terrifying aura began to emanate from it. At the sa mont, a red Pillar wrapped in crimson chains fell from above. Everything was happening exactly as it had on previous occasions, but now Evan was in the heat of battle. His wrath was only gathering montum.
Anger was one of the most vivid emotions. In a fit of anger, most people did or said things they wouldn't do in other situations. Of course, anger had many disadvantages, a person who succumbed to rage could make critical and irreparable mistakes. Such a powerful force could not have only positive effects. But, if one's goals coincided with his goals during anger, he gained incredible power. It was not anger that had to control a person and make him act, but the person had to be at the helm.
When Evan received the Dragon Sigil, he felt the power overwhelm him. Every aspect of him was enhanced, from physical strength and reflexes to spell power and intelligence. The stronger Evan's anger was, the stronger he beca. This was the passive effect of the Dragon Sigil.
Crackle.
Evan stood up abruptly and punched Ein in the stomach with his fist. The girl barely had ti to react and block that powerful blow. She flew back a few ters but managed to lose her balance.
Ein looked at the bruise on her arm and thought to herself, Sara thought, only beginning to realize that her arms were already severed and her wounds charred.
"How?" muttered Sara in fear the mont Evan's palm slamd into her chest.
"You're just pathetic trash. Stay out of my way." Evan said coldly and ripped Sara's heart out and crushed it.
Sara was strong by the standards of mages at the stage - a Two-Pointed Star with three flas on her platform, but the concepts of strength and firepower should not have been confused. Sara acted as a support and did her job perfectly. It was tough to find a healer as skilled as she is.
But, the mont she ran out of mana and her powers were running out, she simply didn't stand a chance against Evan. If Sara was the epito of support, Evan was the most powerful attacker here.
The two remaining mbers of the Tears of Light were horrified by the scene they saw. They stepped aside in fear and hoped that Evan would ignore them.
Crackling.
Ein broke through part of the cave with a blow to the forehead and thus freed herself. After Sara's death, her healing spell was undone, so Ein's arm did not have ti to recover fully. However, the shattered parts had ti to heal.
She looked at her dangling arm and muttered, "What is that strange feeling? Is it pain?"
Ein was puzzled. She quickly set her arm back and clenched her palm into a fist, and said, "How unusual, nothing has ever made feel pain before. It is interesting."
"Stop muttering to yourself." Said Evan, slowly pacing toward Ein.
"How stern you are," Ein said calmly. "But, I agree that it's ti to take it to a higher level."
"Art of Archangels, Barachiel Chronicle, first level - Gloves of Thunder!"
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