Nameless Death skidded to a stop in the air, a faint glow circling his feet.
He narrowed his eyes.
Berserker's aura was heavier than before.
It was dense and suffocating, pressing down like a tidal wave.
It had grown sharper, more complete, and was no longer restrained by the limits of Stage 4.
It had passed into Stage 5.
Reality around Berserker rippled and distorted, as though the world was unsure how to react to his presence.
Chaos and Void elements spun around him, layering over one another, thickening like clouds before a storm.
"Why did you stop? Afriad of me, brat?" Berserker grinned.
Nameless Death closed his eyes and exhaled.
He stopped holding himself back.
His aura exploded outward, and replaced the atmosphere around them.
The weight of his aura was heavier than Berserker's.
The chaotic void was forced to let go of disorder and follow order by his aura.
Berserker's grin slipped slightly as he felt it.
Nameless Death took a single step forward.
