Death Mode
The transformation was drastic—no, monstrous.
From the pale, nearly human form that Death had, he changed to the most grotesque physique.
Now standing, about sixty meters in height, his body was covered in black scales and six horns emerged from his head. Purple glows warbled all around it, and it had three tails.
Why three tails? I had no idea.
In short, it looked like a bizarre dragon and was coated with dense evil energy.
Compared to it, I might as well have been an ant.
I saw that most of his Stats had doubled, his Strength had tripled, and his Vitality had quadrupled.
Such monstrous build, even without any equipment—it was a miracle that humanity beat this terrifying thing. And there were four of them.
'If all four came at once, everyone would have perished. It's a good thing they would attack turn by turn. Isn't Death the second or third? I can't remember…'