The pain, the crushing pressure of her wind domain, the feeling of his own power being shredded—it all reached a breaking point inside Nero. He couldn't win like this. Brute force and combined laws weren't enough against her absolute control.
In that desperate, bleeding moment, he stopped trying to use his laws. He let one of them consume him.
He abandoned Lightning entirely. He focused every shred of his being, every ounce of his will, on the Law of Fire. Not to wield it, but to become it.
A silent, internal scream.
His dark blue hair flashed crimson, as if dyed by an inner blaze. The mysterious blue tattoo on his back and neck glowed with a fierce, electric light, but strange, new, intricate tattoos of swirling flame patterns appeared on his arms and across his chest, burning themselves into his skin with a searing heat.
Something was being born from the deepest part of his soul, from his inner world.
