The air didn't just vibrate; it screamed. The atmosphere had become a pressurized chamber of raw, unbridled divinity.
For the entire night, Rex had been a surgeon, using his powers in precise, surgical increments to avoid unnecessary collateral damage. But now, the mask of restraint had shattered.
He wasn't just a warrior anymore; he was a force of nature operating at its absolute, terrifying ceiling.
He stepped off the spire, not falling but descending through the air as if the very molecules of the world were a staircase built for his amusement.
WHAM!
He landed in the heart of the coalition, and the impact was a localized earthquake. A shockwave of pure kinetic force exploded outward, turning the first wave of Orcish shock troops into a red mist of bone and gristle.
SPLAT! CRUNCH!
"Is this the limit of your courage?" Rex's voice cut through the cacophony, sounding bored, almost disappointed.
