Michael soared upward, splitting the air as he flew higher into the sky. The heavens resonated, trembling at the immense power radiating from his body. Without relying on magic or external force, Michael ascended purely by his own strength.
His toes gently brushed through empty air as the winds themselves acknowledged his presence. The previously calm atmosphere suddenly began to swirl upward, spiraling around him. Sand, dust, and particles of mana danced, forming intricately perfect spirals.
His long black hair fluttered wildly as a brilliant blue glow emanated from him. The aura surrounding Michael at this moment was truly overwhelming, a clear demonstration of a being who defied the laws of physics. He rose higher, guided only by sheer strength.
Behind him, the power he had absorbed until now billowed like a blue mist, gently dispersing. The distorted order of the world was slowly realigning, purifying the corrupted energies.
