Imu's Madness

A pillar of pure white light pierced the sky. It kept expanding, sending strange, overpowering waves of energy racing in every direction. The waves broke the sound barrier and crossed the vast distance to the horizon in an instant.

The energy within them was a contradiction. Burning vitality pressed against frozen skin, coaxing every cell in the body to unfurl. Beneath that vitality lurked a force of destruction beyond reason.

The heavy black sea roared in despair. As the waves swept over it, they forced the raging water flat. An invisible giant hand seemed to pin the surface down, and the recoil sent enormous ripples spreading wildly outward.

Black walls of water rose dozens of meters high. Carrying enough force to overturn a large warship, they surged in every direction without distinction. The vast sea became a tiny pond struck by a massive meteorite.

The seawater shook violently. Water molecules were compressed to their limits, and ancient currents deep beneath the sea were torn apart. The turmoil never ceased for a moment.

Snow and wind cut like knives across the main battlefield. Imu hovered in midair like an emotionless god of slaughter. He lowered his head slightly, and his left hand, hidden beneath his wide robe, rose.

A sphere of energy as black as ink gathered in his palm. The energy inside it was compressed to an extreme. Tiny black bolts of lightning flashed and vanished in a frenzy, while the sphere swallowed all light around it and radiated destruction. The giant below was about to be erased down to the molecular level.

An instant before Imu threw the sphere, he stopped without warning.

The fingers of his left hand slowly opened in the shadow of his robe. The destructive power that could crush anything dispersed without a sound. Stray