Having retrieved his scepter, Black Rakshasa was like an ancient demon awakened from the abyss. His strength had far exceeded Esdeath's initial expectations.
That scepter seemed to be the source of his power. Every swing warped and shook space, releasing heart-pounding Dark Energy.
Compared to their hasty clash in the underworld before, Black Rakshasa had now risen to an entirely new level, whether in the purity of his power or the refinement of his techniques.
He seemed to regard himself as invincible.
Esdeath felt no fear toward this sudden challenge. Instead, it stirred her curiosity.
Esdeath could not help wondering just what level Shakyamuni's strength had reached. Had he transcended mortality and become a saint, gaining dominion over the birth and death of all things?
Otherwise, how could he have defeated such a powerful Black Rakshasa?
But that curiosity only flashed through her mind before being replaced by the urgency of battle.
Facing Black Rakshasa's tide-like onslaught, Esdeath steadied herself.
With her breathing, the surrounding air began to freeze, forming tiny ice crystals that glimmered with a ghostly blue radiance.
At that moment, all the magic power in her body surged like ignited flames, boiling and churning as though it were about to burst through every cell and merge with her, becoming her strongest support in battle.
As her magic power surged, Esdeath's body began undergoing a startling transformation.
Her skin was gradually covered by a layer of ice-blue scales, while her eyes became deep and cold, like two frozen lakes of ice.
Her body lengthened, her limbs becoming slender and powerful. Four wing cases even grew from her back, each flap causing the surrounding air to freeze and flow.
This was Esdeath's unique Demon Form, the symbol of her power being unleashed to its utmost limit.
When that power