A halo of white gold blazed to life above Grey's head. He shot forward, his spear dancing through the air.
Chi. Chi. Chi.
Sparks flew as blade and claws met. Blood flooded down Grey's body, but his muscles continued pumping as though he couldn't feel the drain at all.
Calixan's maw opened and roared, rows of bats practically foaming out of his mouth once again, but Grey's gaze had completely glazed over.
He felt a slight shift in his rhythm, but rather than it being entirely disrupted, it was instead like it was knocked back a bit.
His rhythm bounced back, only skipping a single beat.
The images he had thought of kept reverberating in his mind again and again. He realized at that moment what the truth of Center of Balance was.
When it was at Passive Sync, it tried to change his personality, making him kinder, more docile. However, that wasn't because that was what Center of Balance was designed to do.
