Max stood unmoving, absorbing every detail with his Three Dimensional Body, committing each moment to memory. 'Eye-opening… this is on a level I could never even imagine before.'
Finally, Lady Divine's expression sharpened. The runes flared with brilliance. Her voice rang clear. "At the count of three, the infernal energy will separate from her mana. That is when you strike."
Max stepped closer, his hand already hovering above Lenavira's trembling frame. His Unholy Trinity Physique pulsed within him, veins glowing faintly as he prepared himself.
"One," Lady Divine called, her fingers snapping another rune into alignment. The air thickened as pressure grew.
"Two," her tone deepened, the runes brightening as if they were straining against invisible chains.
"Three!"
The formations flared blindingly, and Lenavira's body jerked violently. A dark red mist—the unmistakable stench of infernal energy—tore itself free of her mana veins, writhing like a living parasite.
