As those words comes out of his mouth, Azrael then starts gathering his demonic energy on the edge of the Evil Fang Sword, his treasured weapon screeching in absolute euphoria as if it just ingested something that might make it addicted, the weapon's shrill noise stopping as it felt its master's strength surging, prepared to attack.
With a single swing of the weapon in his hand, the young man delivered what can only be described as a fatal blow against anyone within the second floor of the tower, this includes even ascenders who are already on higher floors and merely descends back here, having only their skills and abilities unrestricted.
