The surging energy aftershocks filling the air slowly dissipated. Inside the Museum, where brutal fighting had left devastation everywhere, every trace of the violent battle aura faded away.
A figure slowly materialized in midair above the exhibition hall.
He wore a well-tailored black suit and gold-rimmed glasses. His refined features and gentle bearing gave off not the slightest hint of violence. He looked just like an elite executive who usually directed operations from within the company. It was Cole, whom Lin Sheng had met once at headquarters-a trusted member of the Crimson Lightning Company's upper management and the director with full authority over security and core deployment.
Cole calmly surveyed the scene, taking in the wreckage strewn across the floor before fixing his gaze on Anna.
On the rooftop, Feya was panting heavily, Lightning Glow surging around her. Her expression relaxed when she saw him, and she immediately withdrew all her Divine Astral Force.
"You're finally here, Director Cole."
Below, the surviving Lu Feng and Zhou Kai were overjoyed. Zhao Kai and the others, wounded all over and barely able to remain standing, were shaken to their cores. They lowered their heads and bowed, not daring to breathe too loudly.
After all, the formidable aura emanating from Cole at that moment was almost like a mountain, making it difficult to even look directly at him.
"It seems I'm not too late."
Cole nodded with a smile, then looked at Lin Sheng, who stood in the middle of the hall protecting Anna.
The crimson scales covering Lin Sheng's body were receding layer by layer. His enormous giant's body steadily shrank, returning to his original tall, lean human form.
The Blood-Red Vortex Mark on his chest sank beneath his skin. The radiance of the Red-Gold Divine Astral Force flowing over his body