Time keeps ticking away, each minute stretching into an eternity as Lucian refuses to stop absorbing the dark Force.
His body jerks continuously from the sheer impact of the corruption slamming into him, but not once does his facial expression change. He keeps his stone-cold mask perfect through the entire ordeal.
Idiot!
Finally, an agonizing hour later, the last few shards of dark Force shoot up from the sand and sink into his chest.
Slowly, the chaotic seabed begins to calm down. The suffocating, heavy aura that had been crushing the area starts to shrink, drawing back into his core.
The violent, dark purplish glow of his magical circle dulls down, gradually being replaced by his familiar, soft golden-blueish light.
