The scalding red depths of the lake resembled a furnace, with a fireball hundreds of meters wide radiating a blinding light. Flames danced atop the fireball, and molten lava surged beneath it, sending waves of searing heat across the entire Heavenly Pool.
At the very center of this fireball, a golden spear, forged from flames, hovered silently. From Luca's vantage point, it looked like a massive vertical pupil of a crimson eye, staring directly at him.
Luca could even see a gleam flash across the spear, as if it blinked like an eye.
A sensation of being watched flooded Luca's heart, and in that instant, his scalp tingled with unease.
This thing was alive!
Before he could react, a streak of golden light shot out from the spear, heading straight for his forehead.
"Boom!"
An overwhelming pressure descended upon him, far surpassing the might of Hydra's mirage!
