THE DOOR
The violent kinetic energy was literally being shaken loose from his soul, transferring into the air, and being immediately sucked up by the glowing runes on the walls and the pillars above.
Marcus was watching a horrific, brutal exorcism.
After five minutes of relentless, suicidal assault, the boy’s strikes began to slow. His fists were bruised and bleeding. His breathing was ragged.
He threw one final, desperate punch, striking Marcus squarely on the shoulder.
The last shard of the Red Rust shattered.
The boy collapsed, falling heavily to his knees. The completely black, feral dilation of his eyes faded, returning to a exhausted, tear-filled hazel. The toxic crimson aura vanished entirely,
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