Alex vs The Earth Patriarch (9)

The scorched earth welcomed Alex like an old friend.

As his boots dug into the ashen soil, he stopped, golden lightning cracking beneath his heels and rippling outward in jagged arcs. The remnants of the Thunder Wolf's domain surrounded him—shattered stone, twisted trees blackened by ancient storms, and deep gouges in the land that whispered of violent death. There was no wind here. No birds. No life.

Only silence—and tension, coiled like a predator waiting to strike.

He exhaled slowly.

The hum within his chest rose as the nano suit fully deployed—a ripple across his body like liquid metal locking into place. It was sleek, black, and predatory.