After ripping off Celestia's head, Doom looked at Taranis again, its face coiling into a terrifying demonic smirk.
Taranis clenched his fists by his sides. Although he knew that Celestia could be summoned again, her soul bound to him, the sheer audacity of Doom treating his subordinate like this greatly infuriated him.
The wings at his back fluttered once, jolting him forward at a blinding speed that it seemed as if he had just teleported. Within just a couple of seconds, he covered the distance of several hundred thousand kilometres, appearing only a few hundred metres away from Doom.
"Four Heavenly Buddha Palms: Final Form: Thousand-Hand Avalokitesvara!"
Taranis roared with a series of hand signs, the anger palpable on his face.
