Evan was still buried under the rubble, with no time to come to terms with the changes in his body, when a sharp sense of danger washed over him.
He could perceive powerful auras coming from above, auras far too strong to belong to A-rank fighters, most likely Overlords at the very least.
He could tell the situation was bad, especially because he could also feel an even more oppressive presence among them, one that gave him a strange sense of familiarity, or rather, the energy it radiated was something he knew all too well, void energy.
He could piece together what was happening up there, but beyond all of that, one thing was clear: he was in danger.
He had to get out.
He summoned Shadow, who appeared in his shadow and from there began to slowly emerge, carving out space in the debris around him.
He could already feel the air thinning down here, not to mention he wasn't even sure how deep he was buried anymore.
