The air quaked under the sheer force of our clash, shockwaves tearing through the desolate landscape as I and the supernatural creature separated, a jagged scar running across the ground.
My blood burned, molten currents surging through me, in ways that defied mortal comprehension.
Every fibre of my being pulsed with a strange, intoxicating energy- fighting intent-, its intensity both alien and euphoric. And I felt a tremendous surge of a weird, indescribable energy flowing through me.
I don't understand what it was.
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I couldn't name it- words felt insufficient.
But,
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One truth became glaringly clear:
I craved it.
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I wanted it more than anything.
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And so, I reveled in its ecstacy, wishing for it to last forever.
But I knew it wouldn't, and I had to make use of it while it still existed.
Crack!
Kabooom!