Selt had, in the meantime...changed.
Unlike his previous transformations where only his arm was effected, Selt now had curious eyes ringed with a jagged tattoo and an altered psyche to deal with.
Within the black tattoo his eyes irises had shrunk to feral slits, his corneas spanned the entirety of his eye.
Flaming, screaming souls were flying to heaven and some to hell. This was the Nephilim in him at it's fullest current manifestation.
"Oh ye who cower on earth thy time is up. Judgement by thy fellow man is naught in the eyes of god, go now and face true judgement as directed by our father, lord god, in the Kingdom of heaven~!" Selt mumbled this as he bloodied his Nephilim claw. He sort of hoped Inba would survive this, but whatever.
He knew he'd feel sick about this later...but so long as his victims' souls remained then Selt was at ease. Sure he was killing, but not destroying.
"Forgive me, o lord in heaven!" Selt roared as he made shirt work of a good seventeen people in one swipe of his gigantic bladed claw.