But Nameless Death wasn't doing it for praise.
He didn't care what the berserker thought.
He clenched his fists and took another step forward, pumping more World Energy into himself.
It was too much. Far too much.
His body began to splinter from the inside out.
His soul twisted unnaturally.
His Core trembled, and his Seed of Existence shook like it was about to come apart.
Still, he poured more energy in.
If the central layer wouldn't open, he'd break it.
The berserker charged forward, screaming with joy as he slammed a fist toward Nameless Death's skull.
And then, it all went white.
A blinding explosion erupted from Nameless Death's body.
A surge of light, pressure, and pure energy disintegrated the ground in every direction.
Hundred of thousands of meters vanished in an instant, reduced to scorched air and shimmering heat.
In that moment, everything burned.
His body.
His soul.
His Core.
Even his Seed of Existence.
