With the old book in one hand and the knife in the other, Menelaus walked up to Kallen and grinned. The light of madness in his eyes had reached a point where it couldn't have gotten worse—even if he tried.
Kallen's heart pounded wildly in his chest, and even breathing had become difficult. As someone who had yet to awaken his core, dynamis did not actively circulate through his dynisis roots.
Yet now, he could feel a flood of dynamis rampaging chaotically through them. His chest felt tight—no amount of oxygen seemed enough to fill his lungs.
'I'm afraid', he thought, the realization striking with sharp clarity as he struggled to still his racing heart.
It didn't help that the dynamis in the atmosphere had surged—multiplied more than ten thousand times—the moment Menelaus revealed the essence orb. And it was still climbing steadily.
