Roger sighed, rubbing his temples as he turned to the group, deciding to explain for the clueless ones.
"For those of you who are still confused about what just happened..."
He gestured toward the empty space where Lord Stotch's massive truck had once stood.
"Six's abilities specialize in combat and assassination. That wasn't a fluke or some fancy explosive round—he erased that truck from existence. His abilities ain't just strong—they're tailor-made for destruction and precision kills."
He glanced at the others.
"Let me break it down so you all understand just how dangerous this brat really is."
Roger continued, arms crossed.
"First power—Decomposition, or Disintegration. Anything he touches? Gone. Doesn't matter if it's a person, a machine, or a goddamn building. No energy shielding, no fancy armor? You're dust, it just... ceases to exist. One shot, gone. No explosion, no wreckage. Just erased."
Boone, ever the man of few words, simply nodded.
"Efficient."
A second finger went up.
"Second—Regrowth, or Restoration. The opposite of Decomposition. He can heal wounds, restore objects, even bring something back to how it was before it was broken. Got your arm blown off? He can put it back like it never happened."
Raul adjusted his hat, eyeing Six warily.
"Dios mío... I knew the bos was strong, but that?"
Then a third.
"Third—Eyes of the Spirit. This one's a game-changer. He sees everything. Not just normal sight—he connects to the Information Dimension. That means every enemy, every object, every hidden system leaves an imprint he can read. No sneaking past him. No tricking him. And more importantly, no escaping him."
Finally, the fourth finger.
"And the most ridiculous one—Creation. If he knows what something is, he can make it. Weapons, tech, even supernatural things that don't exist anymore. Eyes of the Spirit helps him analyze stuff down to the atomic level, and boom—he builds it like it was always there."
Boone let out a low whistle, shaking his head.
"Hell of a skillset."
Raul muttered.
"And here I thought I'd seen everything."
Rebecca smirked, kicking her feet up on the dashboard.
"Long story short? If Six can see you, he can kill you, heal you, or make something to do either even better."
She leaned closer, voice dropping to a whisper.
"And this? This is just his first transformation. Oh, I forgot to say that in this form Six is called Mahesvara the Sun God."
There was a brief silence as everyone let that sink in. Outside, most of the raiders were already fleeing, their vehicles screeched as engines roared to life.
Some drove off the road, others made desperate U-turns, kicking up dust and snow in their frantic retreat. They were little more than dust clouds in the distance. No one wanted to stick around after witnessing something so unnatural.
Lord Stotch, breathing heavily, tried to regain his composure.
"This… This is not over! We are the rulers of the wasteland! You cannot—"
Six raised his pistol again.
BANG!
That was all it took. The remaining raiders, realizing they were nothing but insects before a god, turned tail and ran. Vehicles peeled away in every direction, riders abandoning their leader without hesitation.
Lord Stotch stumbled backward, fear gripping his heart. He dropped his microphone, his so-called "honorable compromise" now just a memory of foolish arrogance.
Six took a step forward.
"You had your chance."
He said flatly.
Lord Stotch screamed, diving for one of the abandoned motorcycles. But before he could even touch it—BANG!
His body disintegrated on the spot, leaving behind nothing but his hockey mask, which clattered to the pavement.
The wasteland was silent once more.
Rebecca let out a low whistle.
"Well, that was anticlimactic."
Roger huffed.
"Told you. That brat's overkill."
Six exhaled, his transformation still active, and shot a volley in the direction of the escaping raiders turning them all into dust.
Raul whistled low as the escaping raiders disintegrated into nothing but fine dust in the wind.
"Well, damn. Ain't even gonna let 'em run, huh?"
Six exhaled, still crackling with raw energy, his glowing white eyes scanning the horizon.
"No point. If I let 'em go, they'll just come back later with more friends. This way, no loose ends."
Boone, ever the pragmatist, nodded approvingly.
"Smart."
Rebecca, unfazed by the display, leaned against the dashboard with a lazy smirk.
"Gotta admit, it is hot when you go full 'Wrath of God' mode."
Roger just sighed, shaking his head.
"Kid, if you ever get an ego about this, I will knock you flat."
Six smirked, letting his transformation settle slightly, the glow fading but not disappearing entirely.
"Noted."
Still glowing faintly from his transformation, he casually holstered his pistol and stretched.
"Alright, let's keep moving."
He said, his voice returning to its usual calm.
"We wasted enough time here."
Rebecca leaned over and poked his arm.
"Show-off."
Six smirked.
"You love it."
"Yeah, yeah..."
She muttered, shaking her head with an amused grin.
With the road clear, Raul pushed the War Bus forward, rolling over the remnants of the raiders' barricade. As they drove away, nothing was left of the so-called Rulers of the Wasteland—just abandoned vehicles, scattered weapons, and the distant sound of a hockey mask rolling down the highway. Any warlord who thought they could intimidate him just learned the hard way that there was no mercy for those who crossed him.