Kazuichi's breath came out in ragged gasps as he stood amid the carnage. The bodies of the fallen Omega Zombies lay scattered around him, their twisted forms slowly dissolving into ash. His chest heaved with exertion, but a new sensation was rising within him—something raw, primal, and utterly intoxicating. The power that had just erupted from him was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was as if the very air around him crackled with energy, a living force that begged to be unleashed again.
He could still feel the residual energy coursing through his veins, a wild, untamed current that pulsed with a life of its own. It was the Hybrid blood within him, the same blood that had saved his life and cursed him with this unimaginable power. But now, that power was beginning to awaken, responding to his will in ways he hadn't thought possible.
Thump.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!