As the word was spoken, Orion moved, or rather, he didn't.
It was the world that shifted around him.
His will surged, flowing seamlessly with his thoughts, transforming mere concepts into reality.
Reality itself bent and twisted under the force of his power, the air warping and igniting in an instant.
Flames roared to life, and countless colossal fireballs blazed into existence, their searing heat devouring the atmosphere.
The fireballs numbered in the millions, their sheer magnitude overwhelming as they filled the entire sky and every inch of the surrounding space, casting an apocalyptic glow upon the world.
Anthony stood motionless, as though oblivious to the oppressive heat that rippled through the air.
His eyes, keen and unyielding, registered something extraordinary, no fragment of mana, not even the smallest unit of it, had been used to create the spectacle before him.
He had seen Orion's battles before.
