The man with the sword nodded. "He’s just clearing the trash."
A shriek echoed above.
A shadow fell from the clouds—a Sky Devourer. A beast the size of a warship. It had twelve wings and eyes that burned with cursed lightning.
Lucian looked up. His coat rustled. His eyes narrowed.
The beast dived toward him.
And Lucian... smiled.
For the first time in years.
His body surged with light—no, not light—an amalgamation of every power he’d ever taken. The sky darkened around him. Everything within a hundred meters went silent. The air grew thick.
"Copy Code: [Abyss Pulse – World Breaker Protocol]"
The moment he muttered it, the ground under him shattered.
Energy burst from his body like a supernova—prismatic black energy, laced with crimson veins of corruption and silver arcs of divinity.
He launched upward, crashing into the Sky Devourer head-on.
The explosion wasn’t flashy. It was clean.
A silent ripple that folded the air—and the beast imploded, sucked into a dimensional tear he carved with his bare hands.
He landed gently, boots crunching softly against the ruined earth.
All the monsters?
Gone.
The sky?
Clear again.
Lucian stood in silence, breathing steadily.
The twelve clones returned to his body in flickers of black light.
He turned to the three survivors.
The woman floated down, her wind magic fading. "Lucian..."
The man with the sword stepped forward. "You okay?"
Lucian didn’t answer immediately.
He just looked at the third man—the one who said they were doomed.
"Where is your master, dog?"