He stopped advancing and planted his feet firmly into the ground. The forest seemed to fall silent for a brief instant as he drew a slow, deliberate breath. In that moment, Max no longer restrained anything. He did not moderate his output, nor did he concern himself with efficiency or conservation. He chose absolute dominance.
The Vein of Origin roared.
The full strength sealed within it was released without reservation, flooding his entire body in a violent surge of raw physical power. Muscles tightened to their limit, his reconstructed body resonating with the overwhelming force as though it had been forged solely for this moment.
The air around him warped visibly, unable to withstand the pressure radiating from his form. The ground beneath his feet cracked and sank slightly, unable to bear the weight of his presence.
The puppet charged.
