Apocalypse with my SSS Harem Beauties

Chapter 217: Explosions

Michael no longer saw the battlefield. The chaos, the screams, the countless figures still fighting around him all faded into nothing as his vision narrowed completely onto a single target.

Red stood before him, and in that moment that was the only thing that existed in his world. Rage had consumed everything else. It burned through his thoughts and stripped away hesitation. It only left behind a singular purpose that pushed his body forward without restraint.

The power rising within him answered that rage.

Dark flames coiled tightly around his spear. It looks thicker and heavier than before. It shifted with a deeper hue that bordered on black.

It no longer flickered like ordinary fire but pulsed in dense and violent form as if it carried weight of its own.

The air around it warped aggressively, bending under the heat as the weapon vibrated with an unstable intensity that matched the chaos in Michael’s mind.

He didn’t question it. Instead, he embraced it. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

Across from him Red also had already finished healing. The last traces of burned flesh vanished as his body restored itself completely with no sign that he had just walked through an inferno capable of reducing anything else to ash.

The grin on his face stretched wider as he surged forward. His movements were sharp and explosive. His purple serrated short sword caught the crimson glow as his aura flared violently around him.

Then they met. Their weapons collided.

BOOM!

The impact exploded to every direction the moment Michael’s spear met Red’s blade. Dark flames crashing against the searing heat of Red’s blood-like aura.

A violent shockwave burst from the point of contact, scattering fire in every direction as the air itself seemed to ignite under the pressure.

Heat surged outward uncontrollably.

Flames lashed across the ground and crawled over cracked concrete as it blackened and split under the intensity.

The surface beneath their feet burned as if it had been soaked in fuel. The fire also spread outward in jagged lines that traced the force of their clash.

Nearby pillars caught fire instantly. Their surfaces charring and breaking apart as the heat consumed them from the outside in.

They didn’t stop.

Michael pushed forward with his newfound force. His spear drove again and again, each attack fueled by rage and wrapped in dense dark fire that exploded upon contact.

Red answered with equal ferocity. His serrated blade moved with unnatural speed as he met every strike directly. His aura flaring like heated blood boiling around his body.

Each clash exploded in the air.

Explosions of fire and bloody mist burst repeatedly, overlapping one after another as the space around them turned into a storm of heat and destruction. Buildings cracked and ignited under the pressure. The structures failed as flames tore through them.

The giant mushrooms and thick vegetation nearby shriveled and burned within seconds, collapsing into ash as the firestorm consumed everything within reach.

The air itself seemed to burn. Distorted waves rippled through the battlefield as the temperature climbed higher and higher, turning the space around them into an unstable and violent environment in an instant, something that could no longer be called normal. Even in this apocalypse. frёeωebɳovel.com

At the center of it all, the two figures continued their clash without pause.

Michael, driven purely by rage.

Red, consumed by far darker power.

With every collision between them, the destruction only grew.

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Selene and Darius stood at the edge of the battlefield. Their eyes fixed on the violent center where the clash between two overwhelming forces had turned the area into a raging storm of fire and blood.

Crimson mist churned violently within the inferno while dark flames surged upward in chaotic bursts. The two forces were twisting together into a destructive collision between two awakened powers.

Even from where they stood, the heat pressed against their skin and made the air feel heavy and unstable, forcing them to remain on guard as they observed what was happening ahead.

Selene narrowed her eyes as she tried to follow the movements within the blazing chaos. But the overlapping explosions and swirling energy made it difficult to see clearly.

But, she still didn’t need to see everything to understand what was happening. That level of destruction could only come from one place. Her lips parted slightly as concern surfaced on her face.

"I don’t know what happened... Michael didn’t have that kind of power before."

Darius stood beside her with a much heavier expression. He also watched the storm unfold. The tension in his jaw made it clear that he had already come to a conclusion he didn’t like.

"He’s being consumed," he said, his voice low and grave. "That’s not his normal power. That’s rage taking control of him."

Selene’s eyes dimmed slightly at that. She lowered her gaze for a brief moment before looking back toward the center again, the fire reflecting faintly in her eyes.

"He wanted revenge for her so bad," she said quietly, her voice carrying a trace of worry she couldn’t hide. "He wanted it so badly that he didn’t care what it cost." She hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "Should we help him?"

Darius didn’t hesitate this time. He shook his head firmly as his grip tightened around his shield.

"We can’t help in a fight like this," he replied. "If we go there now, we’ll only get in the way... or die. The best thing we can do right now is reduce Red’s troop numbers."

His eyes shifted briefly toward the rest of the battlefield where Red’s remaining forces were still fighting against their side.

Selene followed his gaze, then slowly nodded as her expression hardened with resolve.

"Yeah... you’re right," she said, pushing aside her hesitation as she steadied herself. "Let’s finish this first."

Without another word, both of them moved again, turning away from the raging inferno at the center as they rejoined the fight against Red’s troops with renewed focus.

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Not far from the battlefield, hidden behind the broken remains of a collapsed structure, another pair of eyes observed everything from the shadows.

Rafe remained crouched in silence. His body pressed close to cover as he watched the ongoing chaos with sharp attention.

The flickering light from the distant flames reflected faintly across his face, revealing the slow curve of a smirk forming on his lips.

His eyes moved between the different points of conflict, tracking the movements of Myles as he cut through the battlefield, then shifting toward the violent clash between Michael and Red at the center.

The destruction there only seemed to grow with every passing second, and instead of concern, interest stirred within him.

"So it’s turned into this..." he muttered under his breath, his voice low and amused as his gaze lingered on the burning battlefield.

He didn’t move or interfere for now. He simply watched and waited.

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