Billions of Titan Core Flames, the Brahma Hundred Beasts Body...
"Now, I lack nothing!!"
Feeling the ceaselessly surging power within him, power that seemed capable of shattering stars with a single punch, Phainon was filled to the brim with absolute confidence and fighting spirit.
Then, he slowly raised his head. His eyes, burning with golden-red sunlight and icy-blue chill, locked directly onto the Wounded God who had appeared in Amphoreus and cast Its gaze upon him. He let out a battle roar filled with boundless fury.
"Nanook—!!!"
"I · BRING · YOU · DESTRUCTION!!!"
Volume One: The Death of Great Extinguisher Zephyro
"Nanook—!!!"
"I · BRING · YOU · DESTRUCTION!!!"
Staring at Nanook, the Aeon of [Destruction] hanging high in the sky and gazing down at him, a roar that tore through the heavens erupted from the body that had fused Phainon's Core Flame with Salvation Kevin. It carried the scorching heat of billions of Core Flames and the resentment accumulated over tens of billions of years.
That voice contained the most extreme and violent emotions at once: hatred and fury.
Hatred.
The purest, most absolute hatred.
This hatred did not originate from Phainon alone. It had fused together all the unwillingness and despair of the countless Khaslanas across innumerable past cycles—those who had never chosen to be born, yet repeatedly sank, struggled, and ultimately perished in the "golden blood" scattered by Nanook and the tide of destruction.
It gathered the endless pain and wails borne by every living being in this world, tormented by the Eternal Cycle and the Conflict Titan.
Fury.
The most blazing, boiling fury.
This fury was the fuel accumulated through more than thirty million futile cycles. It was the indignation of struggling against fate for tens of billions of years without ever seeing an exit.