Lucas looked down at his hand, black veins gradually spreading across it. 'Shit.' He told himself. 'This is getting worse... my body can't handle this much waste energy.'
Hb looked back at Xaniours, whose power had grown immensely. Lucas clenched his fist as it slowly went numb.
'I have to finish this, quick.' Lucas thought and took a fighting stance. His bones felt hard within his skin, much to his discomfort.
Xaniours looked into the sky and let out a loud roar, like a wild beast released from its cage.
Lucas rushed at Xaniours and leapt into the sky as his blood-fists began having large quantities of blood pumped into them.
Xaniours rose its hands up before the black and red liquid began covering the ground. From the strange solution, tentacles similar to an octopus', emerged.
They sprung towards Lucas, whose body began wincing in pain. Lucas's blood fists made contact with each other and made a clapping gesture.
A loud wave of sound boomed through the facility, destroying the tentacles of Xaniours. Lucas let out a sigh of relief, relieved to see he still had control over his body.
Unexpectedly, a dart flew by Lucas' face, partially scarring him. His gaze instantly shifted to where the dart had come from.
In front of him, Malvanor stood pointing his wand at Lucas, a smile on his wrinkled face.
"So my assumption was correct." Malvanor spoke with a confident voice. "Your body has no method of releasing the excess Mana and thus corrupts your blood. Which, therefore, has resulted in those dark veins of yours and your regeneration slowing down."
Lucas' eyes widened in horror. He instinctively reached to where the dart had missed him and felt a cold sensation.
'Blood?' Lucas thought. 'I've not shed any blood in years... it feels odd.'
He looked at his fingers to see his own blood on them. They showed movements... movements that were too slow to notice.
Lucas looked back at Malavanor whose smile widened. He put his wand away before turning to Xaniours.
He muttered something in a language Lucas didn't understand, but he knew what he said was nothing good.
He prepared himself for another attack when his legs suddenly gave out. He felt to his knees as his body began burning and his movements became slower.
"He's reached his limit."