Kill. Kill. Kill!
The words echoed endlessly inside Julius' mind, each repetition more violent than the last.
His thoughts had become a chaotic storm of bloodlust and madness, so overwhelming that he could no longer distinguish reason from instinct.
He wanted to scream, to roar his hatred into the heavens, but trapped within the Phoenix of Destruction, his own voice never escaped his lips.
Instead, the divine bird threw back its enormous head and released an ear-splitting screech that shook the very sky.
The cry was filled with so much wrath and murderous intent that the surrounding mana trembled violently, sending ripples through the night as though the world itself was recoiling from its fury.
The phoenix was formed entirely from fire, yet it wasn't ordinary fire.
Had Julius used the flames he could naturally summon, the spell would've been powerful, but nowhere near enough to threaten four Heavenly Trial experts at once.
