As the rising giant trees disrupted the path of the cars, Kronin parted ways with Gold. Near the site of the Great Rift, Kronin finally stopped the vehicle.
The fierce ether shock overturned the vehicle, making this teetering steel creation finally succumb to the pressure, shattering into countless fragments during the roll.
Flames surged from under the hood, with billowing black smoke rising incessantly, exploded into a fireball upon hitting the street corner.
After the initial hit, Kronin did not stop, releasing the ether shock again. The wind pressure dispersed the black smoke and extinguished the flames.
Jagged and charred wreckage lay exposed before him, but in that wreckage, Kronin did not find the body he wished to see.
In the periphery of his vision, a silver-white flash rose. Before Kronin could defend, whip blades broke through the ground, striking towards Kronin. Yet before they hit, roots emerged from the ground like wooden walls, blocking the strike for Kronin.
