Nishikawa Hinata stared intensely at the cracked ground. The rotten stench of the Goblin King's corpse had already faded from the room, and so had the dark mist.
The reason he stared so intently at the ground, as if trying to pry it open, was the sensation currently rushing through him.
It was not unpleasant in any way; he could even say it was quite refreshing. However, because of how foreign the sensation felt, he could not think straight. Moreover, he felt as though taking even a single step forward would shatter the ground beneath his feet.
The sensation was akin to an IV drip running through his blood. He tried suppressing it several times, but each attempt only caused the ground to crack even further.
So Hinata waited.
Comprehension begat understanding, and understanding begat strength.
If this new power was truly what would help him accomplish his goal, he had to make sure it was under his control.
