The power left by a God.

Leonardo's POV

A fierce snowstorm and icy power erupted from my body, freezing the myriad of corrupted Zerg energy tentacles around me.

My body had undergone a dramatic transformation—towering in size, covered in white fur streaked with purple. Sharp, menacing claws adorned my hands and feet, while my tail swayed lightly through the air.

Razor-sharp fangs jutted from my mouth, radiating a cold so intense it felt capable of freezing even a soul.

I surveyed the battlefield calmly. The Zerg clearly had superior numbers and were gaining ground. However, we had managed to hold our position, thanks to Alex's earlier contributions, the deployment of advanced technologies and mechs, and the skillful efforts of a few talented orcs.

My gaze focused particularly on two members of the prince's commission: one wielding exceptionally destructive flames and another summoning ethereal beings of energy for reconnaissance, defense, and attack.