Victor's body pulsed with strange purplish light mixed with golden sparks as he absorbed the collision between Arcane and Clarion… the golden lightning slowly got sucked into his purple lightning, merging in strange rhythms as they travelled through his body.
The veins protruded unnaturally, each one glowing faintly, and a visible mixture of purplish and golden energy flickered along his skin.
"Arrhh!" Victor groaned, the sound ripped from his throat as his body tensed violently. He felt himself nearing the breaking point. He had already drained the core of energy before—his body had taken more than it should have. And now… taking in even more was practically suicide at this point.
Yet, he was not going to give up… These bitches had some nerve to twist the world like a toy, playing with everyone's life as if it meant nothing. And now that he had managed to save them, to protect the others with everything he had… they dared to pull another trick?
A final strike?
The hell!
