"As you wish."
Zero opened his hand.
The resistance vanished instantly.
Because Voros was pulling with the force to uproot an ancient oak tree, leveraging every ounce of his Peak 3rd Order strength against an anchor that was no longer there, the result was catastrophic physics.
Voros flew backward. His balance shattered. His chest was left wide open, defenseless, his heavy armor offering no protection against his own momentum.
In that split second, the cold, calculating mask of "Zero" slipped, just for a heartbeat, revealing the frustrated boy underneath.
Leona is gone. Lyra is gone. The house is empty.
The anger he had suppressed all morning, the grief of watching his only friends in this world leave,
Thought of the future silent breakfast table, the crushing weight of the sixteen years stretching out before him, surged into his right arm.
The Golden Dragon Aura erupted, roaring to life as it condensed around his fist, the sheer heat warping the air itself.
