Only his hair stood upright, igniting the singular fury.
Mist emerged from nowhere, entwining him as it transformed into a white cloud of flames interwoven with blood-red fire.
In an instant, he transformed from a frail but wise researcher, seemingly on the verge of collapse, into a robust warrior brimming with hidden, furious strength.
In the incredulous eyes of all, like a shell, he charged straight at the deep light, his fierce power shattering the outer defenses and rushing inside.
In an unexpected moment, like the speed of light, he arrived and struck down fiercely with a knife-hand.
Like a blood-red blade, carrying angry flames, it burned furiously, slashing outward.
Directly severing the tentacles that stretched out and wrapped around Kane, stopping the enemy's actions.
The fiery anger burned in the air, transforming into a wall of flame, blocking the deep light's will from advancing further toward Kane.
And Kane, as if losing control again, stood motionless in place.
