Chapter 477: Tribulation (11)
The churning heat burned through Theron’s soul. It felt like he was trapped within the core of the sun itself, the searing pain grating against the deepest parts of him continuously in hissing tides of steam.
Theron’s soul had been as cold as ice. For so very long, it was covered, coated in one layer after another, hidden beneath shields and sheets of a chilling blue.
Even when he felt the heat before, it was all barely relative—small chips and minor droplets peeling away from the otherwise dense core of it all.
But now, it was as though he was burning through his very sense of self.
What remained trapped before, hidden beneath those layers, was quickly being burned away, a rush of heat forming waterfalls of blue that fell down the dense center of his soul.
It should have been quite hard to melt so much ice, and even harder to heat up the water that followed it, and yet the suppression of the heat within Theron was so great, so all-encompassing, that it looked almost as though his soul was spontaneously melting away all on its own.
As his violet hair billowed in the air, waving about akin to the true mane of a lion, his amethyst-coated irises constricting in favor of a pair of pupils so sharp they seemed capable of cutting glass, his soul power seemed to spill out and into his body.
One after another, relentlessly, those droplets fell into the hidden realm that was his soul space.
SHU. SHU. SHU.
Mana churned around Theron.