For a moment, Lucan merely stood there as flames flickering weakly around his blade.
Then, to everyone's surprise, the flames around his body intensified—suddenly taking on a deep crimson red, as if his very lifeblood were being thrown into the fire.
A faint crackling echoed in the air around Lucan. Straining against his own limits, he spat a mouthful of blood onto the ground, the droplets igniting in wisps of scarlet flame.
As the essence of his life force merged with his sword aura, Lucan's presence expanded ominously, and his gaze became wild, almost feral.
After Lucan's stats doubled as he burned his blood essence, bringing them close to Dante's overall stats.
Across from Lucan, Dante raised an eyebrow as he felt the potent wave of energy surging from Lucan. A chilly smile spread across his face. "You really want to push yourself that far, huh?" he muttered, half to himself. "Fine by me."
