BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
The Mana in the air shook with wild abandon, the spirits of four Echoes forming around Theron in torrents. It didn't just look like he was controlling rivers in the air, but as though beasts of legend were swimming through them as well.
The light in his eyes was so bright it looked as though they had completely morphed into orbs of blinding indigo, shimmering like their own skies of dusk.
Theron slammed his fists together, raising his head to the skies and inhaling.
Half of his river was sucked into his mouth, Mana in quantities the likes of which could only be measured in terms of the vastness of the sky poured into his body, and yet his Core was akin to an unfathomable abyss.
Chi.
Something burst, and the air exploded with Dark Mana.
Using his Void Cores, Theron converted half of this Water Mana directly into Dark Mana.
Slowly, he pulled his fists apart, and the rivers formed rotating figure eights in the skies that slowly blended into one.
The air shook.
