525 Unwelcome Guests

Michael's memories of the final battle against the Tekur and the human traitors were still fresh in his mind. He recalled taking control of Archangel's Grace with brute force and how his skin and flesh were extracted, layer by layer. Everything in the range of Extraction had been extracted, one layer at a time. 

It was a grotesque way to use Extraction. A brutish method, and certainly inefficient as it drained a tremendous amount of energy.

But it was also powerful. Powerful enough to kill Lords at the Peak of the 3rd Tier. No one could enter the dome of Extraction at some point. The closer the enemies, the stronger Extraction's power grew. The Stigmatas that had manifested all over his body unleashed the Essence of Extraction. They strengthened Extraction's power and unleashed its latent potential. At least, that was what Michael suspected.