It was too late to stop him. The Great Ugor swallowed the heart. Instantly, underworld energy surged within him like a tidal wave. The black gem in his eye socket glowed, and his muscles swelled with power. His long hair fluttered as he stood up again, not even bothering to wipe his mouth.
If his previous powerup had been intoxicating, this one was euphoric. He was not in a state of mind to care about the blood around his mouth.
Rising from the rubble, Jigak returned to the fight, clear of mind and filled with a mad rage at what he had just witnessed. The emotionally driven Jigak, driven by more and stronger emotions than ever, pierced through the air like an arrow, his hands reaching for the Great Ugor's throat.
Before Jigak could get close, the Great Ugor stepped aside, walked up next to the underworlder lying in the air, and simply brought down his hand onto Jigak's back.