Archon was in disbelief. But he wasn't your average expert â€" he slowly began piecing together the clues and filling in the rest with calculation.
"Is he borrowing the baleful energy that's invading his body?"
Something flickered in Archon's eyes as he stared at Tyrion's blood-marked face. There wasn't the slightest hint of emotion in Tyrion's eyes. Just a pure bloodlust. Archon flashed a savage smile. "How are you any different from a bloodthirsty beast?"
It was clear to him that Tyrion had borrowed the power of the baleful energy; but in exchange, he'd lost consciousness and had turned into the massacring puppet.
"Since you're in such deep pain, let me free you."
Archon abruptly shot up, stirring up waves of genetic energy. He roared and a boundless genetic energy rose from behind him, like a colossal blood-red beast. A dense animosity soared into the heavens.
