The fiery tornado had settled down.
Not even a full second.
That's all the time Haru had to survive amidst the searing heat—an inferno hot enough to vaporize not just skin, but every organ inside his body.
"Yet… it worked… somehow… with chains absorbing heat… and right timing…" Haru muttered, lying flat on the greenish ground, surrounded by scattered piles of smoldering chains.
His trap had been perfectly executed—a decoy strategy layered over his real plan. It left his replica with no time to respond, no room to react. After all, if the replica could grow along with him, then Haru needed something reckless… something suicidal.
So, he summoned millions of chains, and by grasping the same ones he used to defend himself amidst the terrifying heat, he transferred the multiple Prana circles of [Thermal Touch] from chain to chain—bringing his terrifying tornado to life.
A reckless move that almost fried his brain.
And it worked.
