At the edge of the Bestial Forest, the once-great woodland had been utterly transformed into a lifeless wasteland—a scorched expanse of devastation, still radiating with the residual heat of battle. Craters disfigured the land, ash drifted through the air, and silence loomed like a funeral shroud.
At the center of the ravaged terrain, a massive pit had formed—still releasing waves of chaotic energy born from the clash of both beams of light. Any being below the Origin Warrior Realm would be disintegrated instantly by the lingering force.
When the explosion consumed both Leo and Drake, it hurled them violently through the air. The blast expanded with wild, uncontrollable fury—they had no power over it, only the bitter privilege of watching it unfold.
