Cracks ran across the luminous ruby-red cocoon, the sheer cadence spilling from the fractures and lighting the entire grey atmosphere in crimson.
The reflection of the cracking mass shimmered in Seth's eyes as the Xenon Sphere anchor warped into a mercury-like liquid, reforming into a dual pair of silver swords.
Seth clenched the hilts tightly, making good use of what little time he had to shed his being of the paralyzing terror coursing through his veins.
The orb reactor of the battle suit spun at full power, spikes jutting out from beneath and piercing straight into his chest.
Seth didn't flinch from pain, nor was he surprised. After all, the second function had always stated it needed his blood to thrive.
And just as he was making every necessary preparation to face the inevitable… the inevitable came!
The cocoon abruptly burst into thousands of tiny fragmented pieces that vanished mid-air into simmering sanguine glitters.
