The moment Michael gave his approval, the coffin space trembled.
A deep, resonant hum filled the void as the law seed in Spartan's armored hand began to dissolve, bleeding radiant threads of gold and red energy that snaked into his body. The undead warrior remained standing, motionless even as the force tore through him. His armor cracked, faint streams of crimson light leaking through the fractures like molten veins.
The merging was far more violent than Ace's. The law energy within the seed wasn't actually docile and resisted.
Fortunately, they're seemed to be a strange force that prevented the current progress from failing.
The air thickened.
Pressure rolled outward like tidal waves, distorting the gray sand underfoot. Each pulse felt heavier than the last.
Michael could sense the sheer density of energy gathering inside Spartan's form.
Until finally—
BOOM!
