Anthony walked away with a calm, unhurried demeanor. With a simple tug of his will, his body lifted effortlessly from where he stood, floating into the cosmic expanse as though gravity itself had lost all meaning to him. In a few moments, he drifted toward the place where Aaaninja and the rest of the group had gathered, his presence serene and unbothered, as if what had just transpired was nothing more than a passing distraction.
"You really didn't go easy on them," Aura Nova intoned as her gaze drifted toward the members of the Netherborn race. Their bodies twitched and convulsed faintly, their expressions twisted in pain as the aftereffects of Anthony's soul manipulation continued to torment them.
