Endgame, Pt. IV

Tekkyon smirked. "I get it now. That form basically turned your body into a quasar. You're more than likely taking years off of your life with every passing moment. You must be prepared to die."

Akasan remembered what Anubis told him in their battle after he'd used Crimson Magenta for the first time.

< "This'll at the least take fifty years off of your life. Are you actually going through with this?" >

Akasan looked up at Tekkyon. "You're right. I probably don't have much time left. But that doesn't mean that I'll lose to you."

Tekkyon flickered to the ground and kicked Akasan in his midsection. "Every time I hit you, your body absorbs it all. The damage, the pain, the energy. It's all building up towards your self-destruction."

Akasan slid back. The orange glow on his body intensified, and overtook the blackness that covered himself. Instead, a pitch-black circle remained at the center of his chest.

Steam started to rise from the ground.

Tekkyon stepped back. "This heat…"