Seconds passed as the leader of the Wild Shade Organization watched Darwin convulse violently on the ground.
Finally, it was over. Darwin's body went still.
The leader raised his hand with a calm motion.
"Hate to make a ruckus," he murmured with a faint smile as a terrifying aura began radiating from Darwin's body.
"Galaxy Stage… Two… Three… Four… Peak… Quasi-Universal Realm… Universal Realm—Stage One… Two… Seven… Peak… Quasi-Multi-Universal Realm… and finally—"
The air trembled.
"—Multi-Universal Realm."
Darwin's eyes opened, glowing faintly as the world itself seemed to shatter like glass before his gaze.
He floated slowly into the air, overlooking everything.
To him, this world—no, this entire multiverse—felt fragile, like thin glass waiting to break.
Realities were fragile shards, and dimensions bowed like slaves before him.
"Why is everything… so weak?" a deep, chaotic voice echoed from Darwin's mouth. His words carried weight—each one like a divine command.
