Harvesting

Without being able to do anything, even though an Anarchic Divergent interfered with the strikes, the crimson-gold tribulation clouds receded, leaving behind nothing of concern. It could only retreat like a sore loser, thundering with threats until it completely disappeared.

However, Davis wasn't complacent or overly smug.

He shook lightly, feeling a significant amount of karmic burden fall on him. The strangest thing was he was able to perceive it even before it sprouted in him, but he still felt like he would be unable to do anything about it. Regardless, he shook his head, feeling that this amount was nothing compared to what he already had.