The cadence of the fight was slowly changing.
Morgan/Sarenus stared down at his palm grimly.
His eyes narrowed when a slight tremor passed through his arm.
In fact, he could feel other parts of his body spasming from the strain of continuously moving around at an inhuman speed.
Despite the dexterity of Morgan's body, there was only so much power that an initiate could handle.
"It seems your body can't keep up with this pace, "Sarenus murmured, frowning slightly.
In the dark plains of the Void World, in the stead of Sarenus, the inky black figure of a young man stood with his arms crossed.
Where his eyes should have been, twin pres of immolating white flames burned brilliantly.
A ghostly wind fluttered his jet black hair.
This was a first for Morgan.
Actually, that wasn't exactly right. He'd experienced something similar when he'd trained with Luke, but this was different.
It was quite strange to say the least.
