Like a star falling through the sky, Milo shined brightly, his charge seemed inevitable, unstoppable, the golden mana accelerated as it coursed throughout every millimeter of his body, reaching the point where it was becoming hard to tell where and how it was even moving, it could be coming from any point in his body, and heading anywhere, it had simply becoming a continuous blur that knew no end.
Back when this very event had occurred on the destroyed battlefield, Milo had not truly taken the time to truly pay attention and experience what it felt like, it was a powerful thing, which he did not understand how to trigger outside of luck, it was not vertex or anything similar, it simply felt as though the golden mana had decided that he needed some help, and moved on its own to deliver some assistance.
