He could feel his heart pounding inside, its size expanding so greatly that it caused for his ribs to ache, but the pain only helped him focus, keep his eyes, his ears, all senses focused, on the undead before him, and also for any other that might suddenly appear, controlling his steps when walking in the air, manipulating the winds as per his will, maintaining his right eye active to its maximum strength at all times…
It was not a simple affair, the last time he had been forced to use such power was far in the past, in fact, he had never had so much strength at his disposal, indeed, it was just a few years ago when he had gone through his second transplantation, the first and only additional transplantation to go without any problems, an exploit especially impressive for what he had transplanted.
