"Arghhh—!!"
Count Amorin was sent flying backward, his body spinning through the air in a thoroughly undignified manner before crashing down without a shred of resistance.
The sight filled me with a crude, undeniable sense of satisfaction.
So… this really works.
Confidence surged through me, intoxicating and dangerous. If I truly held absolute authority here, then the possibilities were endless. Thoughts raced through my mind, one after another, each more reckless than the last.
I raised my hand.
"So I can even do something like this?"
At my will alone, my arm twisted and expanded, metal and mass forming instantly until it became a gigantic hammer.
The weight felt real, yet effortless—an impossible contradiction made possible by one simple fact.
This was my dream.
And here, I was the owner.
Drunk on that realization, I lifted the hammer high, ready to bring it crashing down on Count Amorin without hesitation—
Ziiing.
"…?"
A sharp, mechanical hum cut through the air.
