'It hurts…'
As Theo rose to his feet, watching as everyone around him shrank back in both fear and admiration, he was too engrossed by his own thoughts to care.
'This burning sensation… the heat that encircles my flesh… churning my insides… boiling my blood…' He clenched his fist, trying his best to withhold a loud scream. '… It hurts so much.'
Merely wielding the saber of light caused his body to experience heat, and after only thirty seconds, he would start burning up. If a minute passed, he would already have burn marks, and after two minutes, he would not be able to bear the intense heat that would have begun to melt his skin. However, this situation was different.
The burning light had become a part of him in a sense.
Not flesh… but not light either.
It felt like a mix of both—like his body had become fuel for the power that now coursed through him. It was painful, taking on the position of an Arcane Instrument, taking the Arcane Ability for himself.
