Kenjirou tore across the battlefield like a living meteor, energy crackling wildly around his body.
Every step he took shattered the earth beneath his feet.
His eyes glowed blood red, a mix of divine power and madness, his breath ragged but steady—driven by one thought:
Zephyra.
"Hold on, Zephyra… I'm coming…"
His armor—once dented and scorched—now gleamed with unholy brilliance, regenerated by the surge of mana rushing through his veins.
The Divine Sword, once chipped and cracked, was now pristine—a beacon of his will and rage.
Every patch of earth he passed withered.
Flowers blackened.
Trees twisted and crumbled.
The grass died instantly.
The very life force of nature was drained as he ran—
Kenjirou's body devouring ambient mana like a black hole.
"All of it…! Give it all to me!!"
Wild beasts fled before they could even see him.
The sky above darkened with every leap.
