That immense hatred seemed bent on dragging him into hell.
Boom-
A thunderous crash rang out.
The door exploded under her terrifying power.
Tyrael was knocked flat onto the ground by that overwhelming force, his face deathly pale as he kept scrambling backward.
His fear of this master whom he had served for centuries was practically etched into his bones. This was the true might of a Great Demon! One of the most terrifying beings in the world since Eternal Night.
"It's over..."
He knew.
At this moment, it was all over!
Was everything really going to fail at the final hurdle?!
The power spilling from the rift spread like red gauze, twisting and coalescing into a crimson phantom. It was the manifestation of all the power she had managed to send into this place.
She had no facial features, only a pair of crazed, blood-red eyes upon her humanoid outline.
And behind her...
Within that twisted rift, her immense true body watched from afar, lending her its absolute power.
And with every step she took, countless cracks began to
"Who wins and who loses..."
"Has yet to be decided!"
She wasted no time.
Almost instantly, her form became a bolt of crimson lightning, hurtling madly toward the mother.
And behind her...
Countless cracks spread wildly outward with her footsteps, like creeping ivy.
That punch...
Carried almost every ounce of hatred she had ever felt for him.
The agony of being schemed against!
The agony of being toyed with!
Never since the Eternal Night Era had she suffered such humiliation. She was destined to become the Red Moon. No one could stand in her way!
No one!!
Bzz-
Her attack arrived almost instantly.
Tyrael had already collapsed where he stood, watching the scene as he trembled and muttered. He knew