"Time to check on my dear pet."
He traced a line through the air. A Flying Thunder God Mark flared at his fingertip, and his figure became a Yellow Flash, vanishing from the apartment without a trace.
Fusang, central Honshu.
The mountain range once called the "Fusang Alps" had become a charred Ruins.
A tremendous impact had torn the mountains apart, exposing the dark-brown rock beneath. The snowcaps that had once crowned the ridgeline were gone, leaving only blackened gullies stretching across the landscape like scars.
Every town at the foot of the mountains had been pulverized. Highways had been ripped up, twisted, and piled into heaps of steel wreckage. Railroad tracks curled like crumpled foil and plunged into the ground.
Utility poles leaned in every direction. Severed cables swung in the wind, occasionally spitting blue sparks.
Doomsday stood atop a hill that had been sheared in half, his massive dark-green body gleaming coldly in the dusk.
Bone-white armor covered him from shoulder blades to ankles. Each plate bore a dull metallic sheen, while dark-Kurenai muscle fibers and pulsing black veins showed through the gaps.
The Bone Spikes on his head and shoulders were longer, thicker, and deadlier than they had been three days ago. Dark-gold patterns marked their tips, making them look like short spears honed to a razor's edge.
Every wound on his chest, large and small, had healed completely. New bone armor covered it, thicker, denser, and harder to penetrate than before.
His dark-Kurenai eyes swept over the city he had crushed beneath him. Deep in his pupils, a faint dark-gold light blinked like a warning lamp set to its highest frequency.
He was searching for his next place to destroy.
A flash plunged straight down from beneath the clouds, so fast it looked like