A surge of power coursed through every atom of his body like a painful electrical current of golden colors. It was as if thousands of incandescent needles pierced his flesh at once, running through his nerves with unbearable intensity. His shattered muscles swelled, tightening to the limit, as if they were about to tear apart again. His black eyes turned gold and…
[ The skill "Limit Break" has been activated. ]
Mitsuki clenched his teeth and his shotgun to endure the pain. His jaw creaked under the pressure, and his breathing became heavy, uneven. The ash covering him seemed to tremble in response to that pain, breathing on its own as if it were some kind of living symbiote, reacting to every beat of his heart.
The air around him vibrated faintly.
Marco positioned himself at his side and raised his sword with one hand. His stance was unstable, but his gaze remained firm.
"Both of us at once," said the blond, with a tense smile.
