Just the moment Draki and Valachi disappeared from the face of planet Terra, vanishing into the void that connected realms through their resignation technique and straight to where they came from, Ryder suddenly arrived at the exact location where they had been standing mere seconds before.
The timing was almost perfect—if he had arrived just a heartbeat earlier, the outcome might have been entirely different. But fate, it seemed, had its own way.
Ryder moved with that same terrifying fluidity that had characterized his transformation, each step covering impossible distances as he traversed the devastated landscape.
His movements remained unnaturally smooth, and his legs were barely being stretched throughout his movement.
The purple lightning that had been dancing around his form throughout his rampage continued to crackle with violent intensity that was oddly constant.
