[With that, the human is surely dead. Now it's time to extract his soul…]
The machine concluded, shifting its gaze towards the frenzied Monarch.
It had certainly gotten lucky, with the aliens being so arrogant that they didn't attack in sync.
However, that still didn't change the fact that its reserves of spiritual energy were running dry. The second battle was certainly going to prove more troublesome.
Though it remained unfazed, it lunged at the Monarch with ferocity.
While the colossal clash between the two towering behemoths was underway, Michael's body lay on the lifeless remains of the Monarch, his lips still curled into a smile.
Earlier, after experiencing being hit by the robot for the first time, he had experimented with Psychokinesis, coating his body in the energy, making his movements faster and easier.
As he lay there, his fractured heart too weak to form a beat, a thought crept up in his mind.
What if he went deeper?
