The explosion was catastrophic, but with a sizzling sound, it gradually cleared, revealing an utterly destroyed wasteland, where the earth, the soil, and even the atmosphere was damaged. It was an explainable power, one that tore the logic of reasoning and comprehension.
"It truly is a splendid power. If I wasn't careful, I would have had one of my arms cut off."
Right before Toshirou's eyes, the remainders of the explosion instantly disappeared, smoke and debris vanishing from sight along with it.
With his arm stretched out, Mahalalel looked at Toshirou, the teen bearing a monotone gaze and expressionless transformed eyes, which were a glowing turquoise.
"Now, now, don't be so fierce. I did compliment your power, after all."
The man with whitish-grey hair sauntered calmly towards him. His words were bold and confident, but it did not erase the certainty that the attack of the turquoise-eyed teen 'had' caused damage to him.
