Nero simultaneously felt incredible, and exceptionally crappy. Much like how he had once undergone a metamorphosis from using Radix Augmentation on cursed beasts back in Lumina, he had gone through another one just now.
The change was sudden, immense and intense. Putrid black smoke had burst out of his mouth and nose, and not the harmless kind of black smoke that Virtuous Moonlight caused. No, this black smoke smelled like death itself, as if there was some kind of decayed meat hiding within Nero's body.
But that had only been a part of it. From his entire body he began sweating rapidly, each bead of sweat containing either black granules or puss. It was made even worse by the fact that he was wearing skintight gear that pressed everything back onto his skin.
