"In time, you shall realize that you can only count on specials like you to have your back. As Primordials, to survive this harsh waste of a universe, we must stick together…"
Marcus looked down in thought while his aura kept getting stronger. The tree behind him began to wither away.
Leaves turned pale yellow and fell lifelessly to the ground. The bark of the tree began to shrink inward as if a fire were burning it from within. The branches bent slightly and small cracks began to appear all over the body of the tree.
A low groaning sound was heard as the tree bent backward slightly. It was losing life very fast. The integrity and strength of the tree were weakening, causing it to almost collapse on itself.
Marcus took in a deep breath as he closed his white ringed black eyes. He wanted to calm himself down, he wasn't yet good at controlling these powers of his.
