Chapter Eight Hundred And Seventeen – 817
Congratulations!
You Have Absorbed The Essence Of [Maelstrom]!
The dark imploded, rushing inward in a storm of teeth and flesh as it was absorbed into his chest. Felix couldn’t move or draw a single breath; it felt like his lungs were swelling and shrinking by turns. His bones creaked and his muscles stretched to bursting as unparalleled heat streamed from the surface of his skin.
The green-gray world boiled.
Flesh, tooth, and claw rampaged through him as blood and waves condensed into a single eye made from red-gold threads and electric blue-white light. Through the heat and the pain, Felix could only stare back into the rippled texture of that immense, unblinking orb. There was no mouth, features to read—just its gaze.
SCION.
Felix’s jerked back, the force of the voice beyond physical. It seared into his Spirit.
YOU CLAIM DOMINION OVER FLESH?
YOU CLAIM DOMINION OVER MANA ITSELF?