A thunderous clap resounded through the skies as Seth's silhouette could be seen breaking through the sound barrier.
The heavy compressed force of wind scraped against his skin, but he barely felt it.
His clothes stuck pressed to his body as a subtle pulse of essence coated them, preventing the scalding heat generated from his speed from pulverizing the fabrics…
His silver hair fluttered loosely, and his eyes pulsed with an amethyst sheen that seemed to pierce through the veil of clouds beneath him.
'There!' His pupils honed on the sight of a gigantic dome construct sitting in the heart of a metropolitan hub.
He came to an abrupt stop midair, defying all laws of physics, waves of boiling air billowing from his figure as he plummeted.
And despite how fast he streaked down from the sky, when he landed there was an absence of disaster — no heavy shockwave, no crater, nothing.
Albeit, he levitated slightly, his toes inches from the ground…
