Alex stood at the epicentre of the devastation, his posture still relaxed and the air around him still buzzing with residual energy.
His expression remained calm, in fact it even looked a little dull as he surveyed the now barren expanse before him.
The seductive female Red Demon who had tried to escape? Gone.
The brutes that had charged at him first with blind fury?
Vaporised.
All those who had spat in defiance? Not a trace of them left.
This was the result of Alex's attack.
And yet, Alex felt like he had barely even put anything into it…
He glanced down at Virtue's Edge — it was unmarked by the overwhelming attack it had just unleashed.
The glow around the blade dimmed slightly as it settled back into its dormant state, but other than that, Alex still felt vitalised with energy.
That attack had barely even taken a drop out of his overall energy capacity.
"Pitiful."
