Beria poured his berserk dark energy into the capsule.
As the power flooded in, Juda's capsule activated.
A violent shock wave erupted outward from Beria.
The dozen or so monsters charging at the front never even had a chance to scream. The energy shredded them into bone fragments and chunks of flesh that scattered through the air.
Beria tilted his head back.
This was true power.
But just then, a sharp pain shot through his palm.
Beria lowered his head.
He discovered that the capsule, which should have been releasing energy, was now stuck fast to his palm.
Like a miniature vortex, it was sucking the energy out of his body through his arm at a frantic pace.
"What the hell?!!"
Beria was startled. His energy was draining far too quickly.
So quickly that even with his reserves, he had begun to feel weak in those few short moments.
Without the slightest hesitation, Beria hurled the capsule away.
The capsule struck a dark red rock.
There was no explosion, no burst of flame.
Instead, it sank into the rock without a sound.
Then space collapsed around the point of impact.
It was like a hole being burned through the middle of a flat sheet of white paper. The surrounding light, meteoroids, and even drifting dust were all dragged toward that hollow by an irresistible pull.
A Tyrant charged forward, swinging its scythe arm, and plunged straight into the distortion.
Without even a moment's pause, its entire upper body vanished into thin air, as though wiped away by an eraser.
The remaining half of its body staggered forward another two steps on momentum alone. The severed surface was so smooth that not a single blood vessel was visible.
After devouring Tyrant, the distortion began spreading outward like a shark that had