Kael's gaze sharpened.
His smile vanished.
How can I save this many people…
…before they're slaughtered?
And so, the strongest stepped forward onto the battlefield.
Hiroshima Toko lunged—
THUD! Zzngh!
He was stopped inches away from Kael, halted by something unseen—an invisible barrier that distorted the air itself.
Hiroshima grinned.
Huro Mozart grinned too.
As they moved, both murmured the same words, excitement trembling in their voices.
"He's gonna do it…"
"He's gonna do it…"
Kael raised his hand.
He formed a single sign and whispered calmly,
"Supreme Expansion of Space: Eclipse of Identity."
The world folded.
A room-like barrier expanded outward, swallowing the entire area.
Inside the space, the mind itself was assaulted.
The domain forced the brain to process infinite contradictions—
Past.
Present.
Future.
All versions of oneself colliding at once.
Identity shattered.
Coherence collapsed.
The victims froze—unable to move, unable to think.
Within the domain existed only a black void, marked by faint white fractures, like cracks in reality itself.
Kael whispered,
"I have 30 seconds."
He vanished.
No—he moved.
Not at flash speed.
Faster.
He tore through the domain, plucking the heads of Vital Spirits as if they were weightless.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Explosions of blood and shattered bodies echoed endlessly.
Then—
The domain collapsed.
Kael stood alone.
Before him lay the remains of 80,000 Vital Spirits, their heads destroyed, blood splintered violently across the ground.
He had done it.
In just 30 seconds.
Kael smiled faintly and whispered,
"Next… is your turn."
The S-Grade Cultists held their breath.
They knew.
He was coming for them now.