"Intuition: Life."
The moment Raven spoke those words, the old man's single eye widened so much it looked like it might burst out of its socket.
"What…?" he muttered, his voice shaking.
Raven did not hear him.
He could not even see him properly.
The world in front of Raven was blurry, washed in light and shadow.
His body felt empty, as if one more breath might be his last.
But one thing was clear.
His heart.
Thum.
Thum.
Thum.
Thum.
Thum.
Each beat was strong. Each beat was loud. It felt like his heart was shouting that he was still alive.
The sound grew faster. Stronger.
Thum Thum Thum Thum Thum.
His sword began to glow.
Not with fire this time, but with light.
Seven colors slowly wrapped around the blade, blending and separating, shining like a living rainbow.
The air around the sword trembled, as if it could not bear the pressure.
Raven stood there, unmoving.
His mind felt distant, like he was half awake and half dreaming.
