Broomf didn't have much need for air at his Level, but as his heart pounded in his chest, he almost started breathing accordingly. And the fast pace of the fight had nothing to do with that.
He had already accepted that the short white-haired alien was immune to the temperature he could produce with his flame, but for the latter to feed on the heat, that was another matter altogether.
* * *
While Broomf was feeling his worldview on evolution being challenged, Lucas had a calm face a few dozen meters away from him, savoring the changes in his body.
Twenty in a heavy environment.
He didn't come out with a stronger body only. He had not only been subjected to the weight of liquid energy which multiplied exponentially the more of it there was in one place, the cold he had almost been frozen with should not be forgotten.
