Fwoosh.
Above the remnants of the massive hole in the glacier, heat shimmered in the air.
Blue flames swayed and flickered in the wind, their heat and smoke mingling with the swirling snowstorm, asserting their overwhelming presence.
The scene was breathtaking.
While it wasnât a towering mountain, the sight of a glacierâs summit blown off with a single strike was indescribable.
And there I stood, staring at the glacier in sheer bewilderment.
âWhat the hellâ¦â
I muttered, looking at the aftermath of my actions with a dumbfounded expression.
âWhat is that?â
With just a casual swing of my fist, the glacier had ended up in that state.
Frantically, I examined my hand.
There was nothing unusual about it.
Despite the energy Iâd unleashed, no signs remained on my hand.
âWhat the hell is thisâ¦?â
I couldnât understand.
What was that strike just now?
Was it really something I did?
I hadnât had the energy, nor the stance to launch a proper attack.
It was a desperate, flailing swing meant simply to surviveânothing more.
ââ¦Yet it created that?â
It wasnât impossible to achieve such destruction.
If I pooled every bit of my inner energy into a single point and released it, I could produce similar results.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âBut I didnât even use my inner energy.â
That last attack was powered by nothing more than a sliver of energyâa pitiful remnant.
How could such devastation come from that?
Suddenlyâ
ââ¦!â
My legs gave out, and I stumbled.
I barely managed to steady myself, avoiding a complete collapse.
Eeeeeeeâ!
A sharp ringing filled my ears.