'Fuck.'
Xavier cursed inwardly the moment his blade missed the Lord's neck, because now, he was suddenly stuck between a rock and a hard place. He couldn't manage any follow-up attacks, and at the same time, he knew he wouldn't be able to escape a counter-attack from the Lord.
The passive heat the Lord emitted was still unbearable despite the blizzard swirling everywhere. But the real cause of his dilemma was the math of his own power.
You see, while making himself dense under the heat gave him at most, a three-second window, reducing his density offered significantly less than that.
At that moment, he was hit with a wave of intense thermal permeability. His internal organs felt like they were on fire, and they were cooking him from the inside out.
The sudden heatstroke caused his vision to blur and dim, the world around him tilting as his nervous system began to short-circuit.
