The spiral of ice and earth came crashing down from the sky with devastating force, yet the man it was meant to obliterate had already vanished, leaving behind only a streak of red light scorched into the ground like a warning. A heartbeat later, a figure shot into the air, moving with such raw violence that the very wind screamed around him, and with a brutal, bone-shattering impact, he slammed into the ice entity, tearing through it and reducing it to shards that scattered like broken glass caught in a storm.
Before the remnants could even fall, golden brilliance burst from his eyes, wild and blinding, and he surged forward—no, exploded—toward the earth construct with a speed so unnatural, so impossibly fast, that it defied everything the world knew about levels, a blur of wrath and power unthinkable for someone still beneath the threshold of 50...
