The entirety of Idore's physical form had been completely absorbed into the wind, and the last, tyrannical Grand Magus was finally gone from the world. But strangely, in that exact, quiet moment of absolute victory, Raze felt something completely unexpected deep within his own magic core.
It was a tiny, almost microscopic flicker of a brand-new affinity.
'Hah... is this some sort of cosmic joke? Is this your pathetic way of annoying me until the bitter end, Idore?' Raze wondered, a tired, ironic smirk crossing his face.
Due to just how overwhelmingly dense and pure Raze's Dark magic affinity was, he had logically never thought he would ever be physically able to harbor any sort of connection with Light magic. It was biologically impossible. But after forcefully using the Extraction Technique directly on Idore to drain his Breakthrough, it seemed he had inadvertently unlocked the smallest, most infinitesimal spark of it within his own soul.
