POWER: A Tale of Greatness

CHAPTER 11

They both witnessed the man transform back into the beast bird, including the others, "They won't stop, until one of us retreats or surrenders!" Bulls exclaimed. "Thor, move away!"

The beastly creatures pounced and took Thor down in an instant.

Bulls dashed back to help his injured friend but another enemy pounced him down to the ground, immobilized by the tremendous pressure given by the enemy.

"Blue Bolt..." Bulls charged up and prepared for an attack, but suddenly his limbs felt numb and all of his entire body felt burned and the sensation of being pierced by a hundred needles erupted above his skin, "Is this the side effect of overuse of this newfound power?" It has fatigued him now and is causing him to be weakened to such dangerous levels. "No! Not... now!"

He is about to lose hope, when suddenly the ground shook and trembled, like something big was hitting the Earth, pounding it. Every time it repeats, the magnitude intensifies.

The next second the birds are flung away from Thor and Bulls. A huge, dark shadow of an unidentified being covered the midday sun.

"What on Earth is–" Bulls fainted.

A humongous machine, way bigger than Guardian in height and in size appeared right above them, legs scraped down the landscape as it lifted its right arm behind. It has a huge pair of arms and legs, making it look more like a humanoid, titanic robot.

"Stop bothering these guys!" A voice from within the machine exclaimed.

The giant swung its right hand, violently hitting the enemies and sending them flying away.

Thor was already unconscious since the birds pounced and took him down, but Bulls on the other hand, is already passed and is on the brink of total unconsciousness, his active will made it and managed to reopen his eyes forcefully.

"Not now... I... wanna... see it."

However, it only lasted longer than a glimpse, Bulls reached his limit and his eyes met a dim fate.

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Bulls woke up in a room. Disorganized in every way, piles of used clothes are scattered on the floor, still attached to their hangers, some wooden closets are left open, tables were turned, books pens, and crafting tools are lying just on the foot of the bed frame. It is already dark, but Bulls can see just fine. All that's on his mind is nothing but blankness, he could barely remember what happened before he woke up. His whole body feels almost like jelly, he can do nothing but lift his arms slightly, and his head is aching badly. "Damn, what... happened?" He whispered, rubbing his head.

"I feel so tired, like I just finished a week's load of farming duties, straight." He pulled the blanket to his side, revealing his weakened legs. "What's going on? Why am I here? And... where am I?" And further observing, he is wearing a brown sweater, and a loose bottoms.

BEEP BEEP BEEP... BEEP BEEP BEEP...

Bulls' eyes reached an odd-looking alarm clock on his left, below a small drawer that was asymmetrically moved away from the bed. It sounded loud, echoing all over the room. He tried to sit up and reach for the clock to stop it, but before he could reach it, the clock automatically snoozed. "That's annoying... But it looks cool, an alarm that has some kind of antennae?" He grunted as his eyes explored the room once more, looking for the door. "That might be in its early prototype stage, it still has no outer covering, lacks durability as well, it will get faulty once hit with concentratedly strong forces like falling from a high place, punches, kicks, beaks..." he paused, like his mind was reminded of something important but blankly recognizes what it is. "It better be upgraded or else it would be ruined like... like..." Bulls pulled his fatigued torso towards the other side of the bed, closer to the door. "Guardian!"