Mike & Kris vs The Rat King IV
A strange sound filled Mike's ears. But it didn't come from outside. No, it came from within.
It was a low him, like thunder rumbling beneath his skin.
His aura no longer wafted around him like vapor or smoke.
No.
It clung to his skin, crawling across it with purpose.
The smoke-like wisps thickened until they resembled liquid light, looking almost not too dissimilar to the molten magma around him as the energy courses over him, flowing through veins and muscle with precision. Each heartbeat sent that energy pulsing outward in waves that matched his breathing.
The smoke-like aura was gone.
What remained shimmered, not quite matter, despite the resemblance, but it shifted vaguely between tangible and translucent.
The Rat King screeched and went in for another attack, its claws slicing through the air as it aimed to shred him apart.
However, it hit nothing.
