Two pillars of white light. One pillar of crimson light. And, finally, one pillar of golden light to shatter them all.
Ryu practically felt as though his body was sheering apart at the seams. Although he had felt similar type of pain going through his previous Rites and even while opening his Body Realm Pulses, this was on a level he had never experienced before.
The very same Ryu who, as a mortal, didn't make a sound even while being tortured by a spike-filled beast tendon whip, couldn't help but roar toward the skies in agony.
His Spiritual Foundation doubled in size, then quadrupled. The dantian it resided it shattered apart completely, trying its best to reconstruct itself but failing miserably as Ryu called upon Rite after Rite. Suffering through a single one of the Named Rites was already a matter of life and death, but to face all four at once was nothing short of suicidal!
