As the word echoed, his heartbeat thundered once in response.
And then he felt it.
His blood abruptly surged violently, racing through his veins, arteries, and capillaries at speeds that shouldn't be possible.
It pulsed through every inch of him, every limb.
Red streaks flared across his body, glowing like trails of fire beneath his skin, leading all the way to his face.
His eyes entirely turned crimson.
Malakai felt his power spike. His muscles hardened, tightened. He could feel everything.
He could control everything.
The flow of blood to his legs increased.
To his arms.
To his heart.
To his brain.
He could adjust it all at will, sharpening his senses, boosting his strength, his reflexes, his endurance.
His face twisted, turning feral and wild.
As Malakai turned, Valentine flinched, instinctively stepping back, shocked by the bloodlust he radiated.
But Malakai ignored him.
His eyes locked onto the far wall at the end of the hall.
BOOM.
