Yes, the Chaos Source Seed had flooded him with raw strength, but wielding it felt like swinging a sword while blindfolded.
Across from him stood an ancient who forged the sword, named every angle, and knew exactly where to cut. A child, no matter how fine the weapon, could never outfight a seasoned warrior.
He heard his own ragged breath echo inside the collapsing sphere of his mind. This could not drag on. A hard glint burned behind his eyes, no retreat left.
Fine... All in!
His awareness plunged into the furnace hidden behind his navel.
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