Fire it felt like fire flowing through his very being ,the injector Doctor Hibino used being stabbed into his eye it bled profusely as his white sclera bled red as the silver slightly glowing metal poured in like mercury. Each individual cell in his body around the site of entry each blood cell ripped apart as it was invaded like a virus as it stitched back together each cell now slightly off with a metallic sheen as the injector was removed both his eyes were bloodshot. He thrashed and clawing at his face blood leaking as each individual muscle spasmed in his face, yet he was restrained by his own body no less the strain evident on his arms and neck yet he could only marginally react.
Chains extended out of the ground as panels opened up dragging back into his cell.
Arc had stopped bleeding his eyes facing the reflective metal of his cell the floor layered with a durable brilliant white led floor which harmed his eyes , he gazed at his left eye the site of the injectors entry point still bloodshot it was now a dull silver the small amount of Alkanite injected into him had been a success he poked his eye there was no reaction it was harder he could touch the pupil without flinching which spoke volumes considering his other eye was still sensitive his pupil there was still brown.
He had survived the initial dosage.
There was trepidation.This was merely a taste—an introduction to a new world, a new experience. The pink muscle surrounding his altered eye had turned a sickly gray. The silver iris began to glow faintly, pulsing with white light. He could feel the power within it—like a lightbulb trapped inside flesh. The organ, the optic nerves, even the bone behind it throbbed with the raw, volatile energy of unrefined Alkanite.
It was… fascinating.
His vision was clearer than ever before.He could see the microtears in his skin, the smallest fractures. Time itself felt slightly slowed, his perception overlapping over frames of motion. Everything became layers. Overlays. And then—He saw it.
The blood pooled around him—lifeless.And the blood still flowing inside him—bright. Charged. His boosted cells shimmered with an unmistakable glow. He recognized it instantly:
Pure Ura.
His vision flickered. Then failed.He slumped sideways as unconsciousness claimed him.
A guard entered. Silent. Routine.They lifted his body without ceremony and carried him off—to somewhere else.