"These lightnings are good… but not enough," Mark said, his laughter echoing unnaturally as it rolled across the ruined skies. His gaze remained fixed on Max, not with mockery alone, but with a trace of something closer to admiration twisted into madness. "I will admit this much. You are the strongest being I have ever faced. Stronger than the four divine beasts. Stronger than the demons. Because of that, you are worthy enough to witness the true form of a crownbearer."
The moment those words left his mouth, the world of Acaris responded.
The ground beneath Mark fractured completely, not cracking but unraveling as if the planet itself was surrendering its structure to him. Vast streams of radiant essence rose from every direction, pouring into his body like rivers flowing back into the sea.
Mountains dissolved into pure energy. Forests withered into luminous dust. Even the air itself seemed to lose substance, transforming into raw power that surged toward him without resistance.
