Forged from fury, unleashed in silence
Annihilape rises, bound to no peace
Driven past the edge where anger breaks
Evolved in wrath, no spirit left to bind
Scarred by battles, fists carved from rage
A force neither life nor death can cage
Its muscles coil like shadows in dusk
A ghostly fighter beyond flesh and bone
Born of pain, but tempered like iron
It carries scars that never heal, only burn
Annihilape, bound by no chains
Rage forged in battles, boundless and wild
A fighter transcending life and death
Wielding wrath like the storm's edge
With Rage Fist clenched, its fury deepens
Each strike gaining strength as pain endures
Bulk Up sharpens its unbreakable form
Close Combat unleashed, a relentless force
Legends speak of wrath that has no end
Spirit untethered, yet chained to fury
Not bound by peace, not drawn to rest
It fights eternally, without surrender
Echoes of its strength shatter the silence
Every blow a memory burned in ghostly flames
Annihilape, bound by no chains
Rage forged in battles, boundless and wild
A fighter transcending life and death
Wielding wrath like the storm's edge
Shadow Claw pierces the darkness within
Taunt lures foes, breaking their will
It stands alone, a sentinel of wrath
Eyes unblinking, forged beyond fear
Beyond life's end, fury drives it still
A storm no mortal can tame or quiet
Its fists bear legends written in scars
A primal rage that echoes eternally
In endless battle, it finds purpose
Each strike a story, each scar a vow
Annihilape, bound by no chains
Rage forged in battles, boundless and wild
A fighter transcending life and death
Wielding wrath like the storm's edge
Annihilape endures, neither spirit nor shadow
An echo of fury, forever unleashed