Zane knew it clearly—
one more reckless move, one misstep, and he would lose his life.
Fisher's aura alone was crushing him.
He could barely breathe under the weight.
I need one of my trump cards.
There's no other choice.
He exhaled shakily.
"Alright…" he muttered. "Time to test it."
He drew in a deep breath and began chanting a spell.
At once, something shifted violently deep in his abdomen.
The dual core stone inside him spun clockwise—faster and faster—
and the white half erupted with a surge of light-based mana that rushed into every corner of his body.
Every cell ignited.
Every nerve blazed.
It felt like a nuclear blast detonated inside him.
For anyone else his age, that level of energy would have obliterated their body instantly.
But Zane's body had endured hellish training…
and had been reforged by the mysterious seed hidden within him.
The pain was volcanic—searing and overwhelming—
but compared to what he had survived in Solaris City, this was manageable.
