Dust still hung in the air like a thick curtain.
Logan didn't rush. His boots tapped steadily against the stone, each step ringing louder than the hammer's earlier strikes. The mask hid his face, but the way he carried himself…calm, unshaken, made the air feel heavier than the boss's killing intent moments ago.
The orc pushed itself up from the crater with a guttural roar. Shards of stone slid off its body. Its black-glowing eyes narrowed at the newcomer. It had taken blows from A-class hunter Gideon without flinching… yet that fireball had sent it tumbling like a rag doll.
Ronald kept staring with his mouth slightly open.
"How is this possible?! Am I dreaming? Yes.
I am dreaming for sure. Only that can explain how it's happening."
Luna's fingers gripped the ground. Her lips trembled. She was overjoyed to see Logan but many things about him seemed out of the place.
That body frame…
And most importantly...
That power…
