Yellow Pelt, Are You There?

Lin En withdrew his hand.

Purple arcs crackled in his right palm, like static electricity that had not fully discharged. They bounced twice across his fingertips before reluctantly fading away.

His fingers felt numb, as though he had touched a live wire. The numbness ran from his fingertips all the way up his arm, making even the hairs on his forearm stand on end.

He reflexively shook his hand.

"Fuck."

That came straight from the heart.

Just moments ago, this had been a battlefield drenched in blood and flesh.

The Dark Apostle had howled as he summoned demons, while the Enchanted warriors and the Third Company Captain had fought at the front until their Chainswords threw sparks.

Now, everything was spotless.

...Well, not exactly spotless.

This wave had wiped out every Word Bearers daemon warrior.

Those daemon warriors had turned into piles of malformed severed limbs, their corrupted Power Armor shredded along with them as they drifted through the Warp.

Not a single intact part could be found.

Lin En lowered his head and looked at his right hand.

Then he looked at the floating debris.

Then he looked down at his hand again.

"...Wait, this thing is that powerful?"

Spatial rifts could cut everything in half.

Fine, cutting things in half was one thing. How powerful could that be?

Who knew you had thousands of spatial rifts, and every single one could cut the enemy in half?????

You were purple??????

You had directly cut them into a pile of scraps so mangled they could not even be identified anymore?????

A ten-thousand-year-old traitor, a Dark Apostle of the Seventeenth Legion, the Word Bearers, was just gone.

Lin En felt like his understanding of the world needed an update.

"System bro, you call this purple????"

[An epic-grade attack trait. Its quality