Too bad... it’s got zero elegance

The Star Map tablet was unbelievably tough—no one could tell what it was made of. Even Ethan couldn't put a scratch on it, and Lucas's shockwave energy didn't affect it at all.

That last hit had wrecked him. His bones were shattered, one arm hung limp like a sack of wet clay, blood pouring from his wounds. Half his body was paralyzed...

"Damn it!" Lucas gritted his teeth, forcing himself up from the ground despite the searing pain. He looked like hell.

Damon's heart sank at the sight.

Just a moment ago, Lucas had claimed his powers could close the gap between them—and then he got swatted like a fly.

And what the hell was that tablet?

How could it be that powerful?

Meanwhile, Mia had nearly wiped out the last of the grunts. Some of them were A-rank Awakeners, sure, but they were no match for her.

Sean was helping too, completely immune to psychic attacks, which drove their enemies insane with frustration.