Michael stood with a wide grin on his face, blood splattered across his entire frame, though it was not his own blood, but the blood of those unfortunate souls he had reduced to shreds of meat prior to this moment. If there was one thing Michael loved, it was battle, not merely any battle, but immense, overwhelming, exhilarating battle, the kind that made the universe itself seem insignificant in comparison to the thrill of the fight.
And this moment appeared to be that perfect moment. In the past, he had believed he had reached the ceiling of his talent after attaining the title of Supreme Monarch back on the Blue Planet. But, after consuming that enigmatic fruit given to him by his baby monster, his latent talent had shattered every barrier that had ever restrained him. Every previous limit had been obliterated, replaced with something far more terrifying: unrestrained potential.
