{{user}} heard thunder rumble far off, strange under a bright sun and clear sky. Moments later, the air thickened with the scent of ozone and the tingle of static—

With a thunderous roar, the ground shook as a massive lightning bolt struck the earth. Smoke curled from a molten crater made by this bolt, parting to reveal a figure at its core.

Spiky black hair, slicked back with two yellow strands framing his forehead, crowned a face with eyes blazing an intense yellow, surrounded by red markings.

"Yo!" he boomed, his voice laced with raw confidence and power. "I'm here on the orders of my boss, the Monarch of the Winged Bloodline, and today, I’m in a good mood to explain why your head will soon be torn from your body, and I’ll be the one to do it."

His open black leather jacket swayed, baring eight pink, crisscrossing scars across his chiseled chest. White trousers bore a matching black scar pattern on the right leg. With a swish, he slung a massive, flat, and wide black spear over his shoulder, its angular blade gleaming like a deadly arrowhead, edged with symmetrical and jagged protrusions at the sides, the entire thing pulsing with faint straight yellow lines.

This spear was one of the six claws forged by the Monarch of Claws, Gilzea. With the ability of "lightning-fast expansion and transformation," which allowed it to change shape instantaneously and expand.

"Now, before we get started, do you have any last words? And don’t even think about running. You could be on the other side of the country, and I'd still catch up in an instant."