Doomguy X Samus Novels & Stories

It was not something a man could fight, no matter how many centuries he had stolen. Sylas roared and yanked his hand back. The wrath around him burned white-hot, hardening into a vicious suit of armor that blasted away some of the chaotic mist. But before he could even take a step back, Sam was already on his feet. Sam's face was blank, and his eyes held no light. But his body was wrapped in endless chaotic energy. Every inch of his skin was crackling with the kind of force that could unmake the world. Without using any technique or arcane spell, he threw a punch straight at Sylas' chest.