Rumble.
Having found a clear target, the power erupting from Awen's broken body became far greater. Even the rock walls of the Shadow Plane could not withstand the gaunt claw's continuous attacks. In only a few seconds, the old mage gouged a huge hole into the bare rocky hill, and the blood- and dust-covered Rune Sage leaped out through it.
"Soup... my favorite vegetable soup... I knew it, Mentor, you were always the best to me..."
Immersed in memories of his childhood, Awen had lost all capacity for reason and thought. The only idea filling his mind now was to follow this suddenly appearing delicacy and drink the soup he had longed for. Having completely forgotten his identity as a Legendary powerhouse, the old mage muttered childish words as he carefully distinguished every trace of scent in the air like a starving beast...
Before long, he found the source of that soul-deep delicious aroma.
Bang!
No matter how weak or badly wounded he was, a Legend was still a Legend. With nothing more than a forceful jump from where he stood, the old mage's body shot toward a forest of white trees like a cannonball. The rushing air gave off a shrill wail, and several straight white trees were torn into pieces by the rampaging old man. There was no longer any concept of "dodging" in Awen's mind. He could only race in a perfectly straight line toward his "prey."
Along the old mage's path, whether hard rocks or towering white trees, everything was destined to be smashed into scattered fragments.
"Vegetable soup... vegetable soup... vegetable soup... Mentor, we have been apart for so, so long. Awen missed you so much..."
His withered claws tore through the air, and great tears streamed down his aged face. In his hazy hallucination,