Inside the cavern, the miniature "Fixed Star" dissipated, leaving behind only Ashes and a dead silence.
Ian hovered in mid-air, his robes fluttering as he gently twisted his fingers.
The surrounding spatial ripples that had yet to calm, the residual high-temperature radiation, the Rule Fluctuation that Purified everything...
All of these traces were forcefully pulled and compressed by a powerful yet precise Gravity Field.
In a matter of moments, aside from a faint "clean" scent lingering in the air, all traces of the battle were gone.
He was well aware of the chain reaction that the fall of a Level Four Mutant Beast could trigger.
The Gravity Rule silently contracted, masking Ian's very presence.
The next moment, he flickered and vanished silently into the hard rock strata.
The Rock and earth parted before him like the most obedient of servants, then silently closed behind him.
