Grey Super Punch 1

Muttering a string of curses, Regis flew into my palm, coating my entire hand in a layer of smokey black tinge.

Immediately, I felt the aether that I had released beforehand gravitate toward Regis. After the rest of the aether in my body had coalesced in my right fist, I punched a different statue.

However, there was no expulsion of aether like before when I had used this same move against the fused chimera.

‘I don’t have enough aether to release it as an attack,’ Regis explained.

I gritted my teeth. “Fine. Tell me when.”

I released more aether from my core and it was immediately pulled toward my right fist. After about half of the aether stored inside my core had been consumed, the smokey black glove surrounding my hand began glowing with the same reddish purple color as my core.

‘Now!’ Regis barked, his voice suppressed in concentration.

I thrust my fist into the statue in front of me, releasing a torrent of black and magenta from my hand.

The very air seemed to distort as the concussive force decimated the large statue and the wall behind it.

Regis fell out of my hand, dazed. “I can probably use that move like one more time.”

“Same here,” I replied. “That used a bit less than half of the aether in my core.”

“Well, it definitely seems to do the trick,” my companion noted, studying the aftermath of our attack.

“Mhmm,” I agreed. Without the chimeras coming, it made little sense to remain here for much longer, so after spending the next half hour replenishing my aether core, we walked toward the door that’d lead us to the next floor.