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Marss began to expand once more. His body perfectly integrating with the prehistoric war machine.

The feather and talons emerged again, and he took the shape of both a raptor and a peacock. The face changed into the previous voodoo mask as a growing silver moon began to cover his back. The primal and destructive grace would make every creature beneath the king layer fervently worship him.

'S***!! Again?! What the hell is this kid?'

Was the world really going against him? Only giving that thought enough time to end as he chanted out loud while stretching his delicate hand towards tanky chicken.

”Dark Magic:Arrow Of The End!”

A dark, jagged arrow was shot out from his palm. But as it traveled past his fingers, the hand began to corrode itself under some black rash. the surrounding tissue turned to crumbs and disappeared.

'F***! This body is worse than i thought. Sadly, undead have socks for brains and I am all out of lesser balrogs.'

As Jenkins tried to find a solution, he ran towards the flashy wall on the end of the tunnel.

'Whatever, I'll find a new body and be back.'

But as he was only some steps from exiting, he stopped. Hearing an unfamiliar scream of pain make the dark, brick walls tremble

”AAAaaHhHhHHH!”

He looked back, instantly greeted by the sight of the silver beast now having a largebleeding hole through the left side of its chest. Shiny red blood was dripping onto the floor from the wound. The surrounding feathers were darkening, eroded by the same rashes Jenkins's hand suffered from.

'A..Are you serious? He is that weak to magic!?”

'Why didn't I use offensive spells?! Agh, with this body I can only cast it a few more times!'

He didn't care about this new information, choosing to escape. Coming for revenge later on was doable, now that the creature's weakness was discovered.

As he was prepared to escape through the portal, a suction force caught his body. It was like an underwater current forcefully dragged his body along with it.

Behind him, Marss was extending one of his giant talons towards the escaping Jenkins. Covering his wounded chest with the other.

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[Passive Ability activated]

[air manipulation LvL 5(+1)]

(Can manipulate a limited amount of air surrounding the user. This does not consume energy as it's a passive skill)

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The extending talon was darkening in color while the air surrounding it was being sucked towards the open space between the sharp claws.

'What a persistant guy. however...'

Jenkins stopped struggle and spun around. aimin his now rotting hand towards the location where the beast stood.

”Dark Magic:Arrow Of The End!'

Another bolt of darkness was shot out from the crumbling palm. Turning all surrounding flesh and bone into dust, only slowing down as it neared the end of his thin forearm.

The dark bolt furthered accelerated when it rode on the existing suction force. Not giving Marss any chance to dodge.

Trying to instinctively lean to the side, the arrow, which was aimed at the center of his large chest, hit the shoulder joint.

As the darkness connected with his body. It only gave a soft 'boom' as It drilled deeper into it. Completely ignoring the once indestructible scales.

The silver color was once more covered in theexpanding, black rash. Melting away all organic material.

Jenkins landed on the floor as he fell from down due to the disappearance of the current. Now starting to run towards the exit.

However, he was yet again found dragged backwards. Locking eyes with the beast who now had a pained expression plastered onto the voodoo masked face.

Marss was using his undamaged hand to create the vaccum. The first one he used was now barely attached. An ever growing hole was forming around the place where itconnected to his upper body.

'This kid is really persistent. I wonder what will be destroyed first between this body and that hideous face!'

Jenkings once more aimed his forearm stump towards Marss while chanting the same line.

”Dark Magic: Arrow Of The End!”

The black bolt fired away. This time, completely destroying his right arm.

The arrow flew faster on the air current, but Marss was expecting the same trick twice. Slicing the air vertically downwards with his dark blue talon. Sending one large razor of wind towards it.

The two projectiles did not crash into each other, but the vertical blade sendt the arrow off course. it plummeted into the ground.

As Jenkins watched one of his most powerful attacks swallow up a piece of brick floor, he widened the gorgeous blue eyes.