Eratz released a formidable burst of aura. The explosion of power emanated from his body, his jacket shredded into pieces, leaving him in a black tank top.
The power coursing through him felt like nothing he had experienced before, he was lighter, far too light, yet simultaneously overflowing with raw strength.
He felt the combined states of his three aces flowing through him, the formidable strength of the Terrakrus, the lightning speed and agility of the Thunder Lycaon, and the calmness with access to immense aura from the Aetheri.
He felt like his aura was now something he could control with nothing more than his will. He decided to test it further, pushing himself to draw more energy.
The moment he did, his aura burst once more, dark and white energy coursed around his body, with blue lightning crossing through it.
