At that moment, the glorious commercial buildings of the Twilight Owl race were in ruins. When people saw the leader of the place in his final breaths, lying in the center of a huge crater, they could barely believe their eyes.
Darian took a deep breath, still shocked. With the support of his four cores, it was like a hammer had just gained a proper handle. That didn't just increase the hammer's destructive power; it also protected him from the impact.
He hadn't used any technique; it was just raw power coming from Gaia's core. Darian could feel a huge flow of energy in the cores, so he didn't even try to use a weapon or the other cores together, since he was still getting used to it and feared injuring himself internally. He could heal quickly, sure, but he could put the others in danger for a few seconds.
