Raito hovered in midair, his body still glowing faintly with arcs of violet lightning. Beneath him, the Hydra's titanic body thrashed weakly in the water, its three remaining heads writhing in pain.
I was still in mid-air, watching the Hydra thrash below me.
"Unbelievable…" I muttered. "I can't believe I actually lifted it."
One kick. Just one kick—and that colossal body, weighing over 150,000 pounds according to the system's estimation—was sent flying out of the water like it was nothing. The ground shook as it crashed back down.
"This power… this is insane," Raito said, staring at his hands, still wrapped in swirling violet lightning. "But let's finish this."
The Hydra roared, one of its heads already missing from the earlier clash. It had regenerated most of its injuries, but its movements were slower now—hesitant, like it finally understood fear. Raito raised his hand. Purple thunder gathered in his palm, forming a crackling orb that distorted the air around it.
