Silence fell over the battlefield.
Not the quiet of peace, but the kind that followed overwhelming destruction—the kind that pressed heavily against the ears, as though even the world itself needed a moment to recover.
But it lasted only a heartbeat.
Then a streak of crimson light was revealed, tearing through the air as it fled the epicenter of the blast.
The Chimera Sovereign's soul.
Stripped of its monstrous body, it had reverted to the form of the elderly man once more, its spectral figure unstable and flickering. Yet despite that, it moved with desperate urgency, fleeing the battlefield with everything it had left.
"I'll get him!" Typhon said without hesitation.
Before the words had even fully left his lips, his body blurred, dissolving into shifting mist as he surged forward. The air twisted around him as his movement technique activated at full capacity.
The gap closed in seconds.
