Held captive by the dark figure’s enlarged hand, Darius tried to move his arms but realized there was not enough room to move, so his arms stuck close to his body. Sighing deeply, he summoned his gaseous, warm, buzzing life force and sank it deep into his pores.

He figured that, since the black gases and his golden gases affected one another earlier, he could apply that theory to his current situation. It seemed like a terrific opportunity to weaken his opponent.

He narrowed his eyes at the man behind the black fog, wondering how the latter did not even budge despite his many attacks earlier. Everything seemed abnormal to Darius, who felt the only reason the dark figure could stay unharmed was that he had not found the dark figure’s Achilles heel.

“But what would the Achilles heel of a man strong enough to hold me captive be?” Darius wondered, but it was to no avail as the dark figure had grown impatient.

The figure tightened his grip around Darius again, letting out a monstrous but