"Fou—Four Concepts?!" she gasped, her voice trembling, her pupils shrinking into pinpoints as she stared at Max's fist hurtling toward her. She could hardly comprehend what she was seeing—for embedded in that single punch were not one, not two, but four separate concepts, each one vibrating at the formidable Level 2 mastery: the sharp severing force of the Sword Concept, the devouring heat of the Flame Concept, the crackling, explosive power of the Lightning Concept, and the warping, reality-bending pressure of the Space Concept.
It was beyond anything she'd ever imagined possible, especially from a man whose rank shouldn't even allow such monstrous convergence of power. And layered atop it all was the suffocating presence of pure evil radiating from Max's aura, like an abyss that threatened to swallow even light itself.
Bam!
