Like an all-consuming tide, the wave of shadow rammed into Seth from the side of his head, sending his brain rattling up and down his skull.
Seth's mind went blank as his figure burst out of sight uncontrollably spinning through the air.
Runes flickered across the damaged battle suit weakly, as Mark struggled to balance his master's descent.
But the damage ran too deep—and adding to the fact that both Seth and the battle suit's energy reserves were dwindling, there was barely anything Mark could do.
Seth's landing was rough, cracks spreading deeper into his marrow, his nerves erupting into a cacophony of stinging, sharp pain. Seth's mind blurred in and out of consciousness.
….
Staring at the screen, unknowingly everyone went tense subconsciously holding their breaths, as they stared at Seth's battered frame.
The battle was playing out exactly as they had imagined it would—after all, this was Immortal King Verocrity.
