Clay clenched his fist slowly, feeling the unfamiliar yet intoxicating power coursing through his body, and then he spoke with a tone that carried both curiosity and excitement.
"How strong is my normal attack now?"
His fingers tightened, his arm pulled back, and without any grand display or preparation, he threw a simple punch forward.
The air screamed.
It did not merely part. It tore open as if reality itself could not bear the force behind that motion, and the already ruined gate of the Border Town did not just crumble further, it vanished into a storm of shattered stone and pulverized debris that flew outward like a violent tide swallowing everything in its path, leaving behind a widening gap that stretched farther than any of the soldiers had ever imagined possible from a single strike.
The ground trembled beneath their feet.
Dust rose in waves.
The walls groaned.
And for a moment, no one spoke.
