The Monk's words rang through the space as White slowly stood.
He watched the Monk's hand fall limp at his side, his body only a husk of what it had been before.
It was as though every trace of life had been drained away, leaving a skeletal frame, a hollow face, and a neck too frail to keep his head from drooping.
Yet, even through his weakness, his shadow began to spread once more, and out came the beast.
It held the same vigor as it had since the beginning, shadowy eyes staring at White in blind rage.
White took his gaze away from it, turning to his hands.
There was a crack on his form, beneath which showed something he had almost forgotten he had.
Aether Pulse.
It was beneath this white exterior of his, the blue lightning power that he had obtained from the Orb.
"I understand now..."
His eyes quietly shut, and his right hand slowly rose into the sky.
CRACK!
