Ackster's mind would have faded almost directly after Trana's attack made contact with his skeleton if it weren't for what had happened earlier. The moment of clarity he got from fighting with Mazar in a berserker's rage that induced a soul-splitting headache had either toughened his soul when it recovered or ranked up his Clear Mind skill. Or maybe it was both.
Whatever the case, without it happening, Ackster would have fallen already at the first step.
But now, he was lucid and in enough control of himself and his soul to devour the miniature blue sun of lightning-empowered fire. Ackster drew out streams of liquid fire from the orb and into his soul, gradually forcing his Smelting Furnace to embrace and refine more and more of it using the old bluish-green fire that he had gained by combining Viztar's and Trana's ordinary flames.
