“What is this?” Arch stepped back to gain some distance and observe.
Although Aeneas recognized him, Theo didn’t look like himself at all. In comparison, even Aeneas’s Berserk version looked pretty cool.
Theo was engulfed in pitch-black flames, the trademark of hellish fire, his aura was vicious, and his eyes were blank as if someone pulled out the soul from the body. He was holding the crystal sword and gazing right at Ersa as if Arch and others weren’t even there. His clothes had burnt away but the fire had cloaked his body. His stance was not usual.
“Let me handle this kid!
You wish her to defeat right?” The voice echoed in Theo’s ears as he lost his consciousness in the depths of the void.
“What an eyesore!
How dare such a filthy thing appear before us holy bodies! Purge-it Arch!” Ersa looked at Theo like he was some animal.
“What is going on!” Aeneas was still confused looking at him.