Despite the blow they suffered, the devils had not been too badly damaged. Their wounds were only superficial, but their eyes were full of fury and desire for revenge.
After recovering for a moment, the devils snapped back at the Titans.
They leapt forward with power, leaving trails of darkness.
This time they would not be caught unprepared.
They were going to stop playing.
They activated their concepts at full power, not caring about anything.
The bone floor beneath them trembled, as if the cathedral itself recognized the danger of what was about to be unleashed.
Their concepts were similar, but each had its own nuances and particularities.
Corruption, Silence, Living Shadow, Oblivion.
All these concepts were terrifying in their own way, particularly Oblivion.
It belonged to the lowest devil, the one who had been enraged by humiliation before.
And indeed, he was the first to unleash the most devastating move as well as his signature move.
"Fist of Oblivion."
