Ethan stood on the cracked road, his chest rising and falling as he looked around at the chaos he had just caused.
The once-bustling street was now a scene from a warzone—cracks snaked along the asphalt, trees were split in half, windows shattered. And all around him, the so-called superhumans he had fought were sprawled out on the ground like broken action figures.
One side of his body shimmered with a strange golden glow. The other pulsed with a deep, shadowy black. The contrast flickered across his arms, almost like fire and void were having a staring contest through his skin.
"What... the fuck is this?" Ethan muttered, raising both hands and watching the energy flicker and pulse. "One side's light… the other dark… What even am I right now?"
He stared down at the fallen enemies, still confused. "I've never read anything like this in the novel. What the hell is happening here?"
