Under the bright glare of the sun, Michael took a deep breath before laughing!
"You're amazing as always, Zold Starks! Truly!"
However, not a trace of warmth or joy could be felt from his laughter.
Instead, it was like a boiling pot, ready to burst out in fury.
His arms suddenly tightened, threatening to pop out of his suit.
He lowered his head silently, his pupils turning dark red.
"Can you remind me? It's been so long, after all."
Then, a heavy pressure suddenly released from Michael's body, twisting the space around them!
Crack!
The steel bench cracked, fractures spreading across its surface.
Zold quietly glanced at Michael, his expression indifferent.
A dark red aura condensed from Michael's presence, flowing outside of his body like a tide.
Wherever the aura flowed, its overwhelming intensity caused space to twist, objects to crumble, and living beings to suffocate!
This was Michael's Release!
