The final seconds of the Borrowed Divine State flickered in the upper corner of his vision like a dying candle in a howling gale.
A violent tremor tore through his biological meridians, his flesh burning with a volatile mixture of celestial starlight and toxic abyssal sludge.
"Master, you only have sixty seconds left on the borrowed resonance!" Vella's voice echoed through his mind, laced with tears.
"Sixty seconds is plenty," he whispered back, his breath coming in jagged wheezes.
"Your right arm is swelling with necrotic fire—if you strike with that mixture, your bones will shatter!" she cried out in sheer agony.
"Then they shatter," he told her flatly, feeling the twin currents tearing at his marrow.
*I didn't come this far to flinch at a broken arm.*
*If I don't finish this titan right here, everyone in those wagons will be slaughtered within minutes.*
