Sparks sprayed as shattered pieces of Legion littered the battlefield, and with Seth's unrelenting grind having trimmed down the number of the hive mind.
His clones became unsustainable as they slowly diffused into a shadowy mist. His exhaustion evident he let out heavy breaths.
His chest swelling and contracting, the dull glow of bronze sparkling across his skin, dying out in that instant. His adrenal Matrix drying cold as his racial trait sputtered to an end.
Stream rising from his pores, his bright Amethyst crystalline pupils tore through the distance locked in what was left.
His will was critically low, his vitality moderately good, but his essence was already dwindling.
In the end, his Bronze charge didn't outlast Legion, Still, in this moment, Seth's eyes remained absent of fear, the thrilling cold rush flooding his veins.
The mix between the fear of death and the excitement of facing it consumed his mind, his heart hammering against his rib cage.
