Bab 938: Code of the Evolved

The battlefield, which had only moments before been engulfed in a maelstrom of light and darkness, was now shrouded in an almost surreal silence. The smell of ozone still permeated the air, traces of the psychic rays Kaizen had conjured. The floor, once firm and solid, was cracked and dusty, a testament to the eerie forces that had been unleashed. Most of all, there was a subtle tension, as if the universe itself awaited the outcome of this confrontation.

Kaizen remained standing, an imposing figure in the midst of the destruction that surrounded him. His body still vibrated with the aftermath of the energy he had channeled.