Future Brachi saw that a demon was about to strike Atama and took him out, only to hear Ruthas growling at Future Xenest.
"What are you doing, cretin?!" Ruthas roared in his large size, as Future Xenest merely growled as his Berserker arm appeared again, now forming a fist as he growled, veins pulsing all over his head, neck, shoulders, torso and back, but Future Xenest didn't care one bit; all he wanted to see was that demon dead!
"Xenest, stop!" Future Brachi pleaded, fearing for his life while tending to Memora with Deramas at her side.
"He has gone completely insane!" Deramas commented as he saw Future Xenest getting ready to strike, while Demaras himself attempted to protect Atama.
Future Xenest reared back a bit, preparing to attack, before he then threw his gargantuan arm forward, which charged at the Demon Lord and caught him in an immense grip, grabbing him tightly as Ruthas roared.
"YOU FOOLISH CRETIN, LET GO OF ME!" Ruthas he said, clawing at the Berserker arm, only to burn his fingers as he clawed into it, which felt like boiling magma due to the intensity and the heat gave off.
"Your rein is at an end, Ruthas. Begone from this world and all other worlds... AND NEVER COME BACK AGAIN!" Future Xenest hollered at Ruthas, charging forward once more, sending a surge of energy which felt like the infamous Plasma Storm, turning the once fiery yellow glow into an intensely hot cyan-blue, blasting into Ruthas, who gave one last roar before the impact caused him to explode, severing the wings and utterly destroying Ruthas' head and torso, before the arm shot into the sky and retracted, causing the remaining halves of Ruthas to collapse on itself, burning to cinders slowly...