[Leif's POV—A Week Later—Frojnholm]
It's been a week since I woke up and regained my holy superpowers.
And honestly?
GOSH. I FEEL LIKE A SUPERNOVA ON LEGS.
I mean, seriously—is this how the Avengers felt? Sparkly? Powerful? Mildly dangerous to the environment?
I mean—look at this—I BREAK ROCKS NOW.
Real rocks. Not tiny pebbles. Not "training stones." Actual boulders.
"WATCH THIS!" I shouted proudly.
I raised my hand, golden energy swirling like some anime protagonist about to scream his final attack move.
"Holy Smite Thingy—ACTIVATE!"
CRRRRRRACKKKKKK!!!!
The entire rock face split open like a cracked egg. A chunk of the mountain slid off with a dramatic rumble. Dust exploded everywhere.
A few birds fell out of the sky, very offended.
"HAHA—!" I spun around, throwing my hands in the air like I just invented gravity. "This is amazing!!! I can break rocks!!! I AM A WALKING DEMOLITION SITE—!"
"IT'S NOT AMAZING!!!!"
My eardrums disintegrated. I'm certain of it.
I turned.
