The molten armor finally receded, peeling back from his body like cooling slag.
Steam rolled off him in thick, curling sheets as the fused form's immense power unwound.
Veldora's draconic presence slipped from his bones, while Ashkar's cold calculation ebbed from his mind, leaving him with the faint echo of their combined strength.
The silence that followed was not peaceful. It was a smothering stillness, heavy and unnatural.
The horde was gone. They had not been driven back, nor were they retreating. They had been torn apart, erased in pieces by the Tier Five's rampage, while the survivors scattered under the shock of its fall.
The system flared to life before his eyes.
[Congratulations on killing a Tier 5 abomination with an origin ability.]
[You have gained 100 Origin Experience. You have received an origin ability.]
Aleron blinked, momentarily stunned. His suspicion had been correct—it had indeed been an origin ability.
