BOOM.
Cyclones of Aether raged in the surroundings.
Deep within Theron's body, his Cores shrank and then shrank more, concentrating into points of light so fine they didn't seem to be Cores at all.
No longer were they Silver, but they weren't Gold either. But neither did they carry hues of the Mana they held either.
There was no oozing of blue and dark light. There was no light at all.
It was like Theron had become exactly what he proclaimed to be.
Nothing.
There was nothing left that this place could ever take from him, nothing that the Heavens could ever take…
Everything that could be taken had long since been.
Now he would be the one that did the taking.
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
Rushing waves of crashing Mana spun toward Theron in waves that suffocated those in the surroundings. It was just Gold Mana, and yet it came in such large quantities and in such concentrations of Water and Darkness that there didn't seem to be any real air left to breathe.
