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Azra smiled as he glanced at his tired father, Ragdaz, barely breathing, his entire body was drenched in blood and sweat, with terrible wounds all around, his body was more than double its original size through the effects of Surpass Limits combined with Berserk Mode, however, the moment such effects finally ran out, Ragdaz was sure to break apart into pieces and die miserably.

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Azra, after having been reprimanded by his companions as if he were at fault over the strength of his own father, had come to accelerate the impending doom of his father, while also releasing some steam and perhaps, have some sweet revenge over the damned father that neglected everything he ever did on his life, while constantly calling him a weakling.

"I've come to harvest your life… Although you seem to be about to die at any second…" laughed Azra maliciously, as his emerald eyes released a dark light from within his skull mask, his entire body began to unleash a large quantity of Mana, however, this Mana was no simple at all, as it contained phantasmagoric properties.

Ragdaz glanced at what his youngest son has become, as the emanated Mana unleashed an Aura of Fear and Death, a phantasmagoric blue flame that depicted countless dead spirits wailing in suffering and despair.

"My son… what have you… become?" asked Ragdaz as his eyes seemed to lose his light, his body began to loosen up as he seemed to have been completely startled by the presence of his long-missing younger son.

"Do you like it? My lord has given me a few of his powers, even a tiny fraction had made me insanely powerful. They call this Death Attribute Magic, one of such Spells is named Dead Spirit Digestion, by digesting Dead Spirits, my Mana increases exponentially! Wonderful, isn't it? Now I can just kill you and be done with this once and for all! Goodbye!" laughed Azra as his phantasmagoric aura of Fear and Death emerged even more from his body, Azra pointed out his staff towards Ragdaz as his Aura formed an enormous sphere of blue flames.

"Kill… me? W-Wait, Azra!!!" roared Ragdaz, rushing towards Azra, his dear son.

"Demon Fire," said Azra, as the phantasmagoric blue flames converging into his staff became a gigantic projectile, flashing through the air and reaching Ragdaz's body.

BOOM!

"UUNGGAAAAHHH!" cried Ragdaz, as he felt not the burning sensation of flames, but a piercing cold that froze his muscles within seconds, as his very soul seemed to become weakened and his mind dizzy like never before. He felt like vomiting, but he could not.

CLASH!

Ragdaz's enormous body fell into the ground with a loud crashing sound, as he gasped for air while his body slowly began to freeze.

"Demon Fire is a wonderful Spell, isn't it? You might think that flames can only burn… but this particular spell can let you produce soul-piercing freezing flames that even drain all the heat from your body…! With just one hit, you are already on the brink of death. Enjoy your cold bed, old man, and goodbye," said Azra with a wicked chuckle.

"Azra… Aaaahh… I… I…" muttered Ragdaz as he barely could move his mouth.

"You… You…? You what?!" said Azra with a frustrated and loud scream, his eyes glanced at his hateful father, perhaps for the last time.

"I… I am… I am sorry…" muttered Ragdaz.

Azra heard his father words as he was frozen in time, his mind began to stream a rush of countless memories where his father neglected his passion, his crafted items, his concoctions, his potions, his medicine, and even for him to practice magic or to create items using Magic Crystals found inside of Monster's corpses.

He could not find any type of day where his father was even nice to him, there were only bad memories.

Azra then chuckled.

"You're sorry? Now you are sorry? Really, old man? Well, I am glad you are sorry! I am so glad! It is just a relief! …Is that what you want me to say? You idiotic imbecile? Just die already! DEMON FIRE!" roared Azra as his aura of phantasmal properties encapsulated another enormous sphere of blue flames, directing it towards his father, who was already almost about to die.

"If I hit you with this, you'll actually die! Finally! And I will have the pleasure of taking the life away from you-"

"Is that Azra?!"

"Azra! The chief's son!"

"What is he doing?!"

"Stop him… Quickly!"

Suddenly, Azra was surrounded by dozens of bear-kin warriors, who had just finished defeating the Undead and had closed into his whereabouts, glancing at their chief almost frozen, they noticed the young boy's voice and immediately realized who he was.

"Ah, more annoyances, well, you die too, I guess! Master only wants your Dead Spirits after all!" said Azra with wicked laughter as he pointed his flames towards the Bear-kin that rushed towards him with great speed.

"GUUUOOO! Azra, wake up from the control of that wicked necromancer!" roared a giant Bear-kin, as he leaped towards Azra while raising his claws, the Demon Fire reached him in an instant, covering his entire body with a freezing, heat-leeching sensation, his entire body temperature plummeted in an instant, as his strength and fierce charge stopped, falling unconscious into the ground.

"What?!"

"Lagauz!"

"BROTHER!"

"Now you have done it, kid! Prepare to take on the consequences of your actions!" roared a large Bear-kin woman, jumping like a ferocious beast towards Azra just like the previous Bear-kin had done!

"Consequences?! You should know them very well! Demon Fire!" laughed Azra, unleashing yet another sphere of freezing blue flames, however, the bear-kin woman gnashed her teeth as she released a slashing attack from her enormous bear paws.

FLASH! FLASH!

The blue-colored slashing energy crashes against the Demon Fire in time, as she quickly manages to evade Azra's attack and approaches him!

"That trick won't work twice on us- Ungh…!"

The bear-kin woman is left startled as she glances at her stomach, an enormous phantasmagoric blade penetrated her belly and pierced right through it, getting out from within her back, breaking apart her spine in the process.

She watches with despair as the boy smiles, from within his phantasmagoric aura, a blade made of phantom emerged as if it were forged by the underworld itself.

"Phantom Blade… Shape your Phantasmagoric Aura into a deadly blade that can penetrate anything corporeal…" recited Azra with a smile, as he recalled the description of the Spell he had just used.

"Ungh…! Gaaahhh…!" roared the bear-kin woman, approaching her paws towards Azra with what strength she had left…

Azra walks three steps back as the woman shivers and vomits blood, she was in her last moments of death.

"Ah, death is so beautiful. Slowly seeing the life fade away from the eyes of the fool is sure something wonderful," said Azra with a wicked smile, as he ignores the bear-kin woman's last groans of pain while walking back, the bear-kin warriors' glance with horror at his tremendous strength… a strength that was not physically but in the form of magic that they had never seen before.

"No…! No! Gaderia!" cried a Bear-kin man.

"Gaderia!!!"

"You accursed kid!"

"You damned kid! Now you have done it! I do not care if you are the chief's kid any more!!! YOU WILL PAY! BERSERK MODE!" roared an old bear-kin man, with a long white beard, as his body begins to bulge into shiny muscles while exuding a crimson-colored aura, the wounds on his body begin to pulsate, as his muscles tighten, his size begins to increase up to twice!

Flash!

The old bear-kin man leaps towards Azra in an instant as he reaches his vicinity within less than a second, his eyes flashing with crimson light and his entire body drenched in blood and sweat, his enormous muscles tightening as enormous force is exuded within its herculean body. His bear paws sharpen its claws, slashing down on Azra's body!

SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!

Claw-shaped slashes of pure energy and herculean strength befall Azra as the mana around him breaks apart into ethereal pieces, his phantasmagoric aura flashes, and weaken as the enormous amount of shockwaves almost dissipates it.

However, behind the cloud of dust, Azra is standing unfazed.

The old bear-kin man glances with disbelief in his eyes, as his body begins to release streams of blood in most of his orifices.

"Guuagh…! W-What… How?!" he asked.

Suddenly, around Azra there is revealed an enormous phantasmal shield, which was invisible just a few seconds ago, the powerful slashing attacks did not hit him directly but affected his Phantasmagoric Aura, which decreased in size after having taken on the strength of the attacks.

"If there is a blade, why wouldn't I have a shield as well? Phantom Shield is a spell directed towards defense, a sorcerer must always be prepared for any situation… Demon Fire," said Azra, conjuring an enormous sphere of blue flames as he directed them towards the old bear-kin man.

"Die," he said, as his Phantasmagoric Aura shaped itself as an enormous skull made out of blue flames, the old bear-kin man saw the shadow of death looming over his very being.

Flash!

The sphere of blue flames flew at an incredible speed towards the old man, whose strength had plummeted the moment his attacks reached Azra's Phantom Shield as if his very strength were drained out of his muscles.

BOOM!

An explosion of blue flames unfolds as Azra laughs wickedly, glancing at his victim while the smoke dissipated, only to find a different figure in front of the quivering old man… a remarkably familiar figure.

A young bear-kin man with short black hair and flashing eyes, each of his limbs was covered in dark pieces of armor that had several spikes and sharp, metallic claws. Such pieces of enormous armor begin to shape back into their original shape, as they had previously become large, shield-shaped pieces.

"Azra… What has become of you?" he said.

"…Huh? G-Gaius?!" muttered Azra in disbelief, as his face twisted in confusion.

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