Colt's long black hair started to shimmer.
The faint light at first, like embers in the dark.
Then brighter.
Brighter.
The air around him distorted.
The shimmering grew into a flood of pure golden light, so intense Elius had to shield his eyes.
Colt's hair flared outward like a solar storm, stretching into the air like a living corona.
And with it—
WOOOM!
His aura returned.
But this time, it was even stronger.
So strong that the dead ground beneath him cracked and shattered.
The Anti-Magic Galactic Worm, sensing the shift, twisted its grotesque body to face Colt fully.
Colt only smiled, his teeth flashing white.
Then—
Swoosh!
He cocked his fist back.
For a moment, the world seemed to suck inward, like holding its breath.
"I have a Solarion Pride that can make me adapt to anything!"
Colt said and then he punched forward.
BOOOOOOM!!!!
A titanic laser of golden energy erupted from his fist, expanding as it roared across the dead landscape.
