Wu Yu's outstretched hands trembled as an incessant outflow of Star Power left his body, funneling into the developing Star's Seed, his fingertips, palms, and eyebrows were drenched in dripping sweat. The perspiration of his Mystic Physique defied logic as it persisted amidst the chill of the Dark Void.
"..." With clenched jaws and a steeled gaze, the Grand Knight of Neo-Dawn held in his exhaustion at his chest. However, internally, his thoughts were rife with abject disbelief. °I've already exhausted forty percent of my cultivated Mystic Power! What type of Star Seed is the Young Lord trying to birth?°
