Rama felt the fire still burning in his chest. But this time, it wasn't just rage or desperation.
It was a new kind of power.
The power was heavy, steady, and dark but controlled inside his soul. The moment he absorbed Caedryn's stolen power, the pain in his body dulled.
His blood stopped spilling. The wound on his side sealed partially with a low sizzle, leaving only a tight soreness behind.
Whatever kind of remnant of Soul Fusion power had been stolen by Caedryn, it worked fast now that he has it back.
Rama didn't fully understand it yet, and he knew it wasn't wise to rush a conclusion.
He'd check later. Once the fight was over.
For now, he just knew one thing, he could move again and he was no longer on the verge of collapse.
Rama stepped out of the ruined corner of the battlefield, walking toward the center where the others were still fighting.
None of them had seen what he did to Caedryn. That was good.
