As he got up, the cheers only got louder and louder. This feeling- he had felt it a few times; he had always been scared of it. He preferred to be the only one boosting his powers, and not others too, scared of what might happen. But not anymore.
He needed to get over this fear; that is, if he ever wanted to truly become the strongest. If he wanted to overtake people like Cain and Keres once he reached his class, he needed to be able to cultivate his powers. To reach their maximum level.
He shouldn't ever be scared of himself at his full strength; after all, he wasn't fighting that form of him. He was the one using it.
His marks pulsed under his skin, almost like a second heart, before dashing forwards, with a punch that Cain caught, but not before his whole arm just fell out of existence. Fallen's eyes widened before he frowned. His claws came and ripped off a chunk of Lilith's face, only to watch it regenerate.
