Across the Pacific Ocean, far beyond the shattered cities of Japan, another land was watching in fear.
America.
The skies above Washington burned with unnatural light as mana storms rolled over the capital. Giant barrier towers glowed around the White House, built hastily after the first waves of beasts appeared across the world. Soldiers and sorcerers stood side by side, staring at massive screens showing live feeds from Japan.
On those screens, cities were still burning.
Tengen Orasu's shadow loomed over everything.
Inside the White House command hall, a man stood calmly in front of the largest screen.
Donald Trump.
He looked completely relaxed, hands behind his back, golden light faintly flickering around his body.
"So that's Tengen Orasu," Trump said. "Pretty wild guy."
Behind him stood America's strongest sorcerers, generals, and strategists. Many of them looked nervous.
A tall woman stepped forward. "Mr. Trump… Japan is asking for support. They are losing ground."
Trump smiled slightly. "Oh, we're not letting the world fall that easily. Not yet."
He turned around, facing the room.
"America will join Japan," he declared. "We will fight Tengen Orasu."
Gasps filled the hall.
"But," Trump continued, "we're not sending just anyone. We're sending our best."
The massive doors behind him opened.
A towering man walked in.
Alexander Goodman.
He was over two meters tall, built like a walking fortress. His skin shimmered faintly, as if every muscle fiber was reinforced with mana. His eyes were calm and focused, but behind them was an overwhelming pressure that made even veteran sorcerers step back.
Alexander's magic was simple.
Muscle.
But it was not simple at all.
It allowed him to amplify every muscle cell in his body beyond human limits, turning his physical power into something that rivaled Calamity beasts.
Trump turned toward him. "Alex, you're going to meet Tengen Orasu."
Alexander nodded. "Understood."
The air around him distorted.
Trump placed a hand on Alexander's shoulder.
"Time to go."
Their bodies shimmered.
In the next instant, Alexander Goodman was no longer in America.
He stood in Japan.
The ruins of Tokyo stretched endlessly around him. Smoke filled the air. Broken towers lay in every direction. In the distance, a massive presence warped the sky.
Tengen Orasu.
Alexander clenched his fists, his muscles swelling with power.
"So you're the monster," Alexander said.
Tengen slowly turned.
His eyes gleamed with curiosity.
"Oh," Tengen said. "A foreign challenger."
Alexander stepped forward, every step cracking the ground. "I'm here to end you."
Tengen laughed softly.
Alexander moved.
He vanished.
The shockwave from his movement blew apart buildings. In the next instant, his fist slammed into Tengen's face with power strong enough to shatter mountains.
The impact created a crater several hundred meters wide.
Dust and smoke exploded into the sky.
Tengen slid back, his feet carving lines into the ground.
He wiped a bit of blood from the corner of his mouth.
"That was good," Tengen said.
Alexander roared and attacked again, fists moving faster than sound. Each punch hit like a falling meteor, smashing into Tengen again and again. The ground collapsed under them, and the surrounding district was erased.
Tengen was pushed back for the first time in a long while.
Alexander kept going.
His muscles glowed as he poured more and more mana into his body. Veins bulged, and the air around him shook.
"This ends now," Alexander shouted.
He charged, gathering all his power into one final strike.
Tengen smiled.
Space twisted.
A dimensional blade appeared.
It cut.
Alexander's attack never landed.
His body was struck by invisible force, tearing through his torso. He was sent flying, crashing through dozens of buildings before finally skidding to a stop.
Blood covered his body.
He tried to stand.
His legs shook.
Tengen walked toward him slowly.
"Impressive," Tengen said. "But not enough."
Alexander forced himself upright. "I… won't… fall…"
Tengen raised his hand.
Another dimensional slash struck.
Alexander was cut again, his body breaking under the overwhelming force.
He collapsed.
The second strongest sorcerer of America lay defeated.
Tengen looked down at him.
"Tell your country," Tengen said, "that this world belongs to power."
The feed in the White House cut to static.
The room was silent.
Trump stared at the screen.
No one spoke.
Finally, Trump let out a slow breath.
"…So that's how strong he is."
A general stepped forward. "Mr. Trump… Alexander is…"
Trump raised a hand. "I know."
The room felt cold.
Trump turned away from the screen.
"America will not support Japan anymore," he said quietly. "Not like this."
People stared at him.
"We can't fight something like that," Trump continued. "If we do, we'll be next."
Outside, sirens wailed as new beast alerts sounded across the country.
America was afraid.
And across the ocean, Tengen Orasu laughed.