Chapter 247: Undone
The moment Damon channeled the new lance, everything else fell away. The screaming, the battlefield, and even the wyrm’s howls of rage.
The world condensed into one moment. His vision reddened, not from damage, but from the overwhelming surge of power coursing through his veins. Blood essence twisted around him like a cocoon of storming serpents, wild and alive.
He charged forward using this momentum, and in one huge leap, he landed right on top of the wyrm.
The wyrm, broken and blazing, tried to rise again, its wings flapping weakly, molten blood dripping from every joint. It turned its head, half-blind, one eye glowing dimly as it recognized what was coming.
Damon didn’t give it time. His feet dug into the wyrm’s charred scales as he raised the weapon high, the lance thrumming with every ounce of his fury and fire-forged will. Time slowed as the wyrm opened its ruined mouth, and he brought the lance down, holding nothing back.
The next second, everything was crimson and gold. The impact was cataclysmic. The lance exploded into an inferno of gore, essence, and splintered magic. Parts of the wyrm’s scales and skin, and flesh exploded and scattered around the battlefield. Blood sprayed everywhere.
Even Damon was thrown aside like a rag doll, unable to bear the impact of his own attack. His entire body was haywire. Everything was out of control but with the last bit of consciousness he had left, he sucked in the blood essence from everywhere like there was no tomorrow.
He did not even have the strength to focus on the wyrm. He blindly absorbed everything that he could like a madman. He lasted for a whole minute before his body completely went berserk and his mana core started cracking and sizzling.
Pain ripped him apart from the inside out as he could feel the flesh around his mana core tearing apart. His entire body was torn apart. It simply couldn’t handle the strain.
Damon gritted his teeth and continued absorbing all the blood essence that he could find. He did not know what else to do. He couldn’t care less right now if the wyrm was dead or alive or if the battle was going their way or not. All he could think about was this all-consuming pain, which made him feel like his soul was being peeled from his body.