Adam couldn't hear Oberon's words, but the blaze coming from the arrow sent shivers down his spine.
'Dodge. No, parry... No... Not enough.'
No matter what he thought about, his instincts roared that there was no escape from this one and it... added to his rage. From cold and calculated, it turned blazing and defiant, crossing over the line of rationality.
He didn't need rationality now, only to let loose his bottled-up frustration. The gods' unfairness, their taunts when he was left for dead in the corrupted abyss, the demon kings' enticements, and how they all regarded mortals as puppets, whose strings they could manipulate for their enjoyment while calling their sufferings 'fate.' Everything crashed against his mind like a river finally free of the dam suppressing its raging flow.
A guttural growl escaped through his clenched teeth as his eyes burned with pure wrath. The dark flames coating him exploded, shifting to an infernal scarlet—the color of his wrath.
