Feeling that long-lost sensation of being completely drained, Rorschach felt his thoughts turning sluggish.
But there was no time to rest. The falling, corrupt ooze was about to engulf them all. Master Humboldt urged his Guardian Oak to hold it back temporarily, buying Rorschach a chance.
The young man scoured the environment for Magic Power, brutally pumping it into his body. Violent, racing streaks of purple light appeared across his skin.
'It's like stuffing myself into a hydraulic press...' Enduring the bloating pain racking his body, Rorschach cast the so-called "Blessing"—[Deryats Forest].
"What's happening?" Master Humboldt felt he had lost control of his Guardian Domain. Sturdy trees erupted from the ground beneath his feet, possessing solid forms yet shimmering with a magnificent aura of blue fireflies. Their canopies formed a tight seal, blocking all the filth, as ethereal flames blazed to sublimate and purify the ooze.
