The Nyre Flower

The glow escaping from the depths were bright purple lights that were moving like large streams of smoke buffeted by the wind. He could not be sure but the Berserker Clone was sure that these lights seemed to be congregating around a single region and was creating something that was not yet fully decipherable.

"What is that?" The clone called out in amazement, for he could see a visible pulse of power arising from the spot where the light was congregating, and with that power was a rising sense of vitality that made every cell in his body thirst for it.

Suddenly the island he stood on shook, as if a magnitude ten earthquake had impacted it, and the Clone was flung towards the air, with a quick application of the Berserker Ability–Dash, he teleported back to the island, but the short time he was in the air had already caused his armor and more than twenty percent of his body to be shredded to pieces, without the quick application of his ability, he would be dead.