'Blake…what's happening?' Nero asks, awe clinging to his voice.
"He's breaking through my grip, how is he overpowering me!?" Specter struggles, not able to keep his grip, having it forcibly ripped apart.
'Damien, thank you, you were always watching out for me. I promise you i won't let it go to waste.' Blake exhales, resolving himself for what's to come.
Curling each one of his fingers, he forms a fist with his one arm. His green eyes glow with a renewed vigor. Determination bubbles up from every corner of Blake's essence staring down the enemy in front of him.
Not backing down from the challenge with a silhouette of phantasmal gold hovering just behind him. Gold continues to shimmer off him as the remainder of his aura skill starts to wear off knitting together wounds slowly before the skill runs dry.
"Impossible you should be dead, how are you still standing?" Specter demands, his eyes sharing only a small portion of the crazed anger brewing inside of him.
