Lohan's cry was not merely a command to the Players; it was a thunderclap of authority that shattered the fog of dread that had begun to suffocate the Guild's Players, who were lost and worried they might die as well.
In the center of the chamber, where the air reeked of burnt wood and fresh human blood, Lohan's blue gelatin transformed.
The golden light of his Sacred Light Core, which had previously been an aura of calm purification, became an aggressive golden flame, pulsing with rage, knowing he would have to give his all in this battle after witnessing the deaths of two comrades.
Lisa, sensing Lohan's energy behind her, straightened her posture.
Her silver eyes shone with resolve, knowing that Lohan was about to use the resource they had saved as the guild's last line of defense.
