Lucas stopped, sweating and breathing hard, but with a smile of enjoyment on his face, because that was the feeling. That was the blood-pumping feeling that could only be found amidst the hair-raising excitement of evolvers' battlefield.
Just now, he moved himself through pure, rough will, something that could only have been touched in the most desperate situations before, as a normal human, when the soul had been an intangible concept. His will had driven his reflex, and when his mind had caught up, he was already slamming the white star of the female Devourer back at her.
It was too exhilarating, enough to make anyone with the slightest bit of heat in the blood and adrenaline junkie.
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