The massive palm of the colossal war machine split open with a sickening tear, spilling flesh and ichor.

And that wasn’t all.

The bisected torsos of the severed war machines collapsed toward the ground, crashing down with tremendous force. The sight was grotesque, almost repulsive—but paradoxically, there was an undeniable beauty in the devastation.

‘...’

Theo’s grip on Caliburn still tingled with the aftermath of the unleashed power. His gaze was fixed on the faint glow radiating from the tip of his blade, resembling the embers of a dying fire. Yet, nothing he had witnessed before compared to the brilliance of this light.