Logan looked around.
The entire area had turned into a wasteland.
The massive stone boulder where he had begun his breakthrough had completely merged with the ground. The earth around him was charred black, still faintly crackling from the lightning's residual charge. Trees had been reduced to ashes — some burned down entirely, others half-collapsed and smoldering, their trunks blackened beyond recognition.
'Good thing I came out here instead of staying home,' he thought, exhaling softly. 'Otherwise, who knows what would've happened to the house by now.'
He clenched his fist, feeling the surge of new power coursing through him. A satisfied smile crept across his lips. "Martial Saint Realm, huh," he murmured, voice low but steady. "Who would've thought I'd reach this level at just fifteen? The person who gave me that core… I wish I could thank him properly."
Then his gaze shifted — upward and toward a specific spot. There, five figures stood frozen, eyes wide in disbelief.
