Outside the Barrier of the Zephyra Empire, a trembling sound of something breaking and cracking echoed as the ground trembled by the force of impact, and the air flowed furiously by the impact that shattered the air itself.
BOOM!!
A shockwave burst outward, scattering loose stones and splintered bone fragments across the blood-soaked land.
Stood in the bloody ground, covered in the blood of the monsters… Aether.
He stood motionless amidst the carnage, a lone figure drowned in crimson, as if the battlefield had sculpted him out of gore and silence.
His entire body was covered in blood as if he didn't care for the elegance… just a brutality.
The blood clung to him like a second skin, thick, warm, and steaming, dripping from every curve of muscle. He showed no sign of discomfort, no sign of disgust… only a cold acceptance.
The monsters were dead around him… their flesh was ripped out from their body, their heads were smashed into a paste… they were torn in half.
