Jamie Moorne stood frozen, his face pale with shock. He was staring at Jorghan as if seeing a ghost made flesh. "Jorghan," he breathed, the name barely audible. "My god. You're... how are you..."
But Jorghan heard none of it. Saw none of it. His entire being was focused on the woman cowering behind Lukas, on the target of a fury that had been building for two lifetimes.
The red tattoo on his neck blazed brighter still, and the air around him began to shimmer with power that defied comprehension. Mana poured into him from every direction, drawn by his Mana Devouring Attribute working at maximum capacity. The ambient energy of the entire area was being consumed, channeled, transformed into raw destructive potential.
[ANCESTRAL BLOODLINE: 38% → 42%]
[POWER LEVEL: APPROACHING EIGHT STAR THRESHOLD]
[CARNAGE REQUIEM: EVOLVING]
[WARNING: REALITY DISTORTION DETECTED]
[HOST SURVIVAL: UNCERTAIN]
[COLLATERAL DAMAGE: CATASTROPHIC]
