Bab 320: The Twilight Of The World: The Last Door

A mixture of black, and purple lightning formed on Dora's hand, spreading around his armor.

It was a fleeting moment in time, where everything seemed frozen.

Everyone was immobile, everyone understood the meaning of his word, everyone knew what Zury was, and all knew what the armor represented.

Dora raised his head, in this moment frozen in time, he spoke.

"Run."

A glitch crossed the armor.

Like a single person, everyone felt the blood rushing to their head.

The legs left the ground, the shadows vanished.

All of them possessed phenomenal power, and all used them to their maximum to a single purpose: getting as far as possible, forever if they could.

It wasn't a show of strength anymore, but a race, a race where some forgot that they could teleport.

All alone, Dora watched his right hand.

The glitches multiplied, fighting against the law, but with Zury's attribute, the results were as Dora wished.