Theron took a breath, sinking into a stance. His movements seemed incomparably slow in comparison to Raan's, but his mind was moving like lightning.
"Okay."
The words were buried beneath the silence, the world having become Raan's stage. But Theron himself had made a decision.
Right now, there were certain things he still had to hold back on. But there were others that would be more foolish to hold back on than anything else.
If Raan thought he was the only one holding back… he was sorely mistaken.
In an instant, Theron exhaled a misty rainbow of energy, his hair instantly transforming into streams of delicate pinks, lavender purples, and cotton blues.
The array of colors looked more fantasy than reality, his hair resembling streams of silky fabric dancing in the depths of the ocean, while his eyes became an even fiercer blue.
His body sank further into the ground as he became momentarily heavier.
Chi.
[Water Prison].
