Whether it be the scorching heat, the swirling tumult of the plasma storm, or the lethal radiation, every previous metric had been amplified tenfold, rendering Jake's earlier adaptations futile. Jake wouldn't have been taken aback if the ambient temperature and pressure had surpassed the heart of a supergiant star.
The frigid chill Jake once radiated after absorbing and converting all this heat and kinetic energy couldn't keep up, and he was incinerated, vaporized before his brain could process his fate. His body was already utterly disintegrated, reduced to a fine slurry of subatomic particles.
The moment Jake had bellowed an open threat at his unseen foe, it was his mental sense that had roared, the resultant psychic shockwave lost in the plasma storm like a pebble in a pond.
Despite this, the main culprits aided by the Dungeon Digestor distinctly heard his words, a cold chill gnawing at their spines, their hair standing on ends.
