My Power

"One thing you should know about my ability is that its power can get stronger at will."

He snapped his fingers.

BOOM!

More explosions ignited across the battlefield, each one brighter, hotter, stronger.

The air itself rippled from the sheer force. The ground beneath him cracked, glowing veins of molten energy spider-webbing outward.

Alex wasn't just setting off blasts—he was pushing them to the absolute limit.

He didn't know if the undead guide's domain could be broken from within.

But if there was even the slightest chance.

Then this?

This would be enough.

The undead guide's expression twitched.

His skeletal brow furrowed.

"Get stronger on will? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Alex grinned.

His stance was loose, confident—untouched by the heat and chaos around him.

"It means…" he said, raising a hand.