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Jake first felt his hair stand on end with a terrible feeling of foreboding from his Eltarian Bloodline. Out of pure self-preservation his muscular body was instantly coated with Adamantium, a helmet at least eight inches thick encasing his head and giving him a mushroom-like appearance.

His Luck also kicked in and miraculously Shamash's scattered aura went past him without clashing head-on with him. Nevertheless, the faint trace of that aura that brushed against him triggered a radiating pain throughout his Spirit Body and even his soul that was nestled safely in his glabella seemed about to be extinguished.

For a brief second, Jake forgot who he was and collapsed to the ground after teleporting as far away from Shamash as possible. When he regained consciousness at the far end of the hall, he saw that two-thirds of the Myrtharian Nerds were lying dead on the floor, their bodies unharmed.