Zarek certainly felt the itch to fight, but before him, there was no one who could truly challenge him. That made him frown in displeasure, what was the point if there was no one he could adapt to?
He was undeniably intrigued by the power of the so-called Demi-god they spoke of, and he wanted to claim that power through Adapt. But there wasn't a single person strong enough for him to test it on.
Growling in frustration, he turned around and shot into the sky, a streak of comets trailing behind him as he flew swiftly.
Each moment stirred the wind, his figure blurring into a fleeting shadow.
"Ah, freedom."
Having been imprisoned for so long, Zarek was naturally savoring every moment of his freedom. Eyes closed, he let the wind rush past him, the rustling air making him wince in pure enjoyment.
Then, he tilted his head down, gazing at the aftermath of the mountain meteorite. The place had turned into a wasteland, utterly unrecognizable.
