Rumble~
Crack, crack, crack!!!
It was an apocalyptic scene.
The sky was tilting.
Dense black-and-red lightning spread across the sky. As a mushroom cloud rose, a black-and-gold streak shot out of the smoke and flames, smashing through several barren mountains and setting off a chain reaction of shifting earth.
Right behind the black-and-gold streak, a humanoid monster wreathed in black obsidian kept pace. Its ear-splitting roar had already swept away the air.
Blood spilled from Chaos's mouth as he lay in a ravine strewn with rubble. Seeing Zephyr plummet like a meteor, he vanished from where he stood.
In an instant.
A violent gale swept through, and a towering tsunami surged across the ground. The surrounding mountains leaped and shifted, reshaping the landscape.
Through the thick dust, Zephyr emerged, his entire body wreathed in black obsidian and white mist. He looked like a demon from the heavens, his bulging muscles gleaming with the dense, hard sheen of steel.
Chaos flipped through the air, then landed with both feet buried in the ground and slid sideways. The sword-wheel halo behind him spun continuously.
He coughed up blood, then looked up at the approaching Zephyr and grinned with delight.
Seven years of loneliness had made even getting beaten feel fresh.
He could feel his body gradually waking up.
The sensation was impossible to describe.
By normal standards, this was a little masochistic.
A little twisted.
But there was nothing he could do about it.
Chaos was just too lonely.
For a full seven years.
In all that time, he hadn't even sparred with Enel, Crocodile, or the others. In other words, he'd been holding it in for seven whole years.
Borsalino and Fujitora had been strong enough.
But overall, neither had put nearly as much pressure on him as Zephyr did.
Only