The Berserker, holding the Goddess's Tears, charged relentlessly through the crowd.
The more he was wounded, the stronger he grew.
The greater his rage, the greater his Power.
He was constantly wounded, only to be constantly healed by the Power of the Goddess's Tears.
His rage compounded, his damage stacked, and his Power grew to monstrous levels.
A single swing of his axe could obliterate an entire street.
It sent more than a dozen Extraordinary Professionals flying.
"Hahaha! Come on! If you've got the balls, come at me!"
The Berserker laughed maniacally, feeling the Power surging within him. He felt omnipotent.
The crowd stared at him in terror.
At first, the Berserker had only been slightly stronger than them.
But as the battle continued...
The Berserker had few injuries to show for it, but his Power had multiplied several times over.
A single swing of his axe could now cut down a Professional of the same rank.
He was unstoppable!
SWISH!
