CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Kyocer needed a body. These humans were so pathetic that it was impossible to use one and access his full power. Such was the case for all of them. His wispy, useless soul floated through the Australian sky.
The city below him was quickly turning into a blue inferno. He supposed that he had to appreciate the little accomplishments. He traveled fast through the air when he saw someone trapped under some debris, calling out for help. “Don’t worry, human, I’ll save you,” Kyocer said to himself, but he was sure in this form no one could hear him.
His soul sliced through the air and in three seconds stabbed into the man’s chest, and through it. Immediately the man’s eyes changed color to bright blue, and his screaming came to an end. He pushed the large, three-ton slab of
