Crack!
Layland's tail lashed at the ground, splitting it slightly open. It was impossible to see what kind of face Layland was making because of his mask, but it was easy to tell what face he was making from the way his crimson eyes stared at Stavros. Layland was excited. Clarity and madness were present in his eyes. It was hard to tell whether he was conscious or on autopilot.
Knowing he wouldn't be able to survive if he kept the status quo, Stavros utilized more Natural Essence despite knowing using more would only destroy his body. The will of the world made him ignore it. There was nothing more important than eliminating Layland. Layland's mere presence was destructive. The withering vegetations around him were proof of that.
Boom!
