Michael took a deep breath as Lucy fell from the skies, down into the ground bloodied.
It was done. He looked at his own hands, amazed at his own power. True Unity. It was a power that allowed him to create anything and everything, just like true magic.
But unlike magic that most people were used to, this kind of magic wasn't limited by the elemental mana. It was made out of Unity, just like every other thing in this universe.
Meaning, anything he created with Unity, was the same thing as the rocks on the ground, or the trees, or any other natural object around him.
Anything his imagination could think of, he could conjure up in the real world with his Unity.
And since it was made out of Unity, it could also retain the same destructive force that Unity was so famed for.
If Lucy was a Mystic Master of Light, if Seberus was a Mystic Master of Fire, if Lazarus was a Mystic Master of the Dead… then now, Michael was the Mystic Master of Unity.
