The thunderclouds dispersed.
The light of dawn scattered the darkness, along with the terrifying, world-ending pressure.
Raylo stood quietly on the edge of the high ground, his hand tightly clutching the Heart of the Giant Beast, which was still beating powerfully.
A vast torrent of Life Energy surged from the heart, flowing through his palm and nourishing every corner of his body.
This energy was so pure and warm that his body, exhausted from continuous battle, was rapidly recovering.
But his heart was anything but at ease.
In his mind, the silent thunderclouds, the Thunderboltous Giant Serpent that stretched across the sky, and the backs of the Duke and Lord Astra as they fought the Sea of Thunderbolt played over and over.
That was the true pinnacle of Power in this world.
Before a cataclysm, all are but ants.
