“...Kuheook!”

Theo fell to his knees, drained. It had only been ten seconds, but he had spent eighty percent of his magic power. He had anticipated the expenditure but he hadn’t expected the strain on his Circles. It may have been dangerous if Theo hadn’t stressed his Circles once before.

Was it a blessing in disguise? Either way, we’ve reached this far.

Theo exhaled slowly as he examined the aftermath.

The earth had been razed. There were no other words more appropriate for the sight before him. Advent of the Lightning God had scorched the ground without mercy. It had been cracked open like a tortoise shell, and more than one hundred meters of soil had disappeared. Unless they had seen it for themselves, no one would believe this phenomenon had been caused by two fists.

Tiger King walked up to Theo. “Hah, this is great. I can’t even see the bottom!”

Theo turned. “Tiger King.”

They watched dust slowly settle into the new crater. When Eight-Tails had gathered all its tails back to endure the thunder giant’s onslaught, it had also dispersed the clones the two spirits had been battling.

The Tiger King returned to her humanoid form...