At the present moment—
"Haaah~"
Wade's mouth stretched open in a long, guttural exhale, and a roiling tide of shadow burst free.
Black smoke gushed from his lips, his nose, even his ears, so thick it was as though an entire burning metropolis had been trapped inside his chest and was now being vomited into the air. The miasma writhed and coiled like a living storm, and every pulse carried with it the stench of decay.
His eyes glowed pitch black at first, two chunks of coal alight with corruption. Yet slowly—painfully slowly—a glimmer of something else appeared. A pinprick of white. It widened, spread like a flame crawling across dry wood, until it became a steady gleam of pure radiance, pressing outward against the darkness.
