My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten-Chapter 338: Consequences Part 2

She quickly turned around, and that's when she saw a figure in the distance, standing where the horde of beasts was moments ago.

But now, there were no sign any living organism at all.

All she could see were the beast's corpses, scorched and burned.

'Who is that person...' she trailed off.

A man stood there, his hand casually resting behind his back. His robe didn't seem like it was meant for combat, nor for any kind of fighting at all.

Its flowing fabric was too elegant, too refined, and it looked like something that belonged in a temple or a palace, certainly not a battlefield.

She narrowed her eyes, trying to make out his features, but his back was facing her, and he was a distance away.

"Is he an ally?" she mused aloud.

Stron spoke up, his deep voice resonating. "I don't know, but he just appeared out of nowhere and all the beasts within his range just burned. That's why we were surprised,"

"He's no ordinary fighter," Baik added "I've never seen anything like it."

The awakeners were both impressed and terrified at the same time.

Though the figure appeared human, they were still wary of someone with that much power.

"Look, he's moving!" Haven pointed out.

The figure casually walked toward the advancing beasts, as if strolling through a park on a sunny day, completely unbothered by the danger around him.

He raised his arm slightly, and a sword materialized in his grip.

It was a one-handed silver sword, adorned with intricate, complex patterns etched into its surface.

Upon closer inspection, a purple gem glints from the hilt, beneath a symbol of an eagle clutching it

Of course none of them could it because of how far the figure was.

The mysterious man inspected the sword, admiring it without a hint of concern for the tide of monsters flooding the ground with their bodies.

CRACK!

A burst of purple sparks erupted from the sword, crackling with erratic energy as they danced along its blade.

Baik, who also wielded lightning, gulped a mouthful of saliva.He could sense that the purple lightning was far more powerful than his own.

Then.

With a single, lazy motion, the figure pointed the tip of the sword at the approaching monsters.

A purple orb of lightning began to form at the tip, growing steadily—from the size of a coin to that of a basketball.

The energy was so intense it created a magnetic field, causing rocks and corpses to float slightly off the ground.

CRACK!

The purple orb shattered, and tendrils of lightning erupted forward.

The moment it made contact, the first unlucky beast was instantly fried.

Next, the electric charge that destroyed it surged into the ground, leaping into another beast nearby.

With each jump, another beast fell, their bodies charred and smoking as the lightning coursed through them.

There was no escaping it using normal means.

Even if they jumped, the charge would simply travel through the air and strike them anyway.

It didn't help that the beasts were packed so close together.

The more crowded they were, the more devastating the damage became.

When the beasts realized this, they scattered in a desperate attempt to mitigate the damage.

But it was too late.

They had once thought themselves the true predators of this world, rulers of the land, invincible in their numbers.

But the figure before them slapped them with the harsh reality.

They were nothing but dust, fragile and insignificant against absolute and dominating power.

This feeling wasn't limited to the beasts. Even the awakeners watching from a distance felt it.

Some of them had fought monsters nonstop to grew stronger.

Others clawed their way to the top, earning titles and respect.

But now, watching that figure stood there like death itself, all of that felt meaningless.

Like they'd been playing a different game entirely.

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BOOOOM!

The thunderous movement of the giant sandworms snapped everyone back to reality.

One of the worms was now too close and was now heading towards the mysterious figure.

"These things look small now," Asher shook his head.

He didn't bother to dodge. He didn't even look at it.

In the most casual way possible, he swung his sword in a horizontal arc.

SLASH!

Its massive head separated from its body mid-charge.

The rest of its body collapsed shortly after, kicking up a wave of dust and loose soil.

Silence fell over the battlefield.

Skyler clenched her fists, not out of anger.

She had fought that same kind of beast before, risked her life in the process.

And this man? He cut it down like trimming a loose thread.

Haven slowly spoke "Is he even human?"

No one answered. Because deep down, they were all thinking the same thing.

'Could it be? Is he the same person who saved me before?' she wondered.

She couldn't be sure.

Her memories recalled a figure with black hair, dressed in a simple robe that blended into the shadows.

He was extremely handsome, the kind of good-looking that almost didn't seem real. He didn't talk much, and when he did, his words were short and to the point.

This one had snow-white hair, and his attire made it clear that he came from wealth.

Her first impression of him was that he wanted to show his dominance, to make sure everyone knew he was above them all.

"Look, he's doing something again," Haven spoke up.

And there, they saw him raise his sword high.

The sky above him began to move—clouds swirling, darkening at an unnatural speed.

Lightning flashed across the heavens, streaking down in jagged bolts, as if the very storm itself answered his call.

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

In a flash, thousands upon thousands of lightning bolts rained down across the battlefield.

Each strike obliterated hundreds of lesser monsters, and even the giant worms weren't spared—they were the perfect targets.

They winced and roared in pain because their bodies became the highest point of connection for the electricity to flow.