Max's eyes burned.
Not just with power—but with rage.
As he hovered in the sky above the Divine Palace, his gaze swept across the lands below, glowing like twin furnaces ready to devour the world. The blood-red tattoos on his arms and face pulsed with each heartbeat, radiating a suffocating heat, while the wings of infernal energy behind him crackled ominously.
His mind was no longer clouded.
It was singular.
Focused.
Kill.
Kill Mark.
Kill Lucas.
Kill anyone who had hurt Alice—who had betrayed him, used him, trapped him.
His grip tightened around the hilt of the Abyss Dragon Sword, now resting across his shoulder like a predator ready to strike.
"M-Max...? Is that... you?"
A voice called out above the Divine Palace.
A figure appeared, hovering with a cautious expression—Old Man Grey.
Max's blazing eyes snapped toward him.
Old Man Grey froze mid-air.
The moment their gazes locked, he felt it—pure malice.
Undiluted. Undeniable.
