With the door down, Ben stood staring at the messy, unkempt living room.
There were beer bottles and old pizza boxes scattered on the floor. The place looked more like a dump than a home.
He closed his eyes for a second to focus on the connection he had with his summon and felt it below him.
In a moment of madness and desperation, Ben raised his fist, charged with his four types of magic, and punched the ground.
The energy of the four magics didn't mix and even seemed unstable.
That unstable combination made his punch even more destructive—both for the floor, which collapsed from the impact, and for his own arm, which deformed horribly as chaotic energies surged from it.
But he didn't care.
He fell with the rubble and stared at the man who was pulling down his pants.
Shen Huiliang's eyes shone with happiness and hope when she saw Ben arrive.
Ben's face was twisted with rage.
"Who the hell are you?" the man asked, his pants down and his penis exposed.
