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[i]I have to save her... at all cost. Even if it means...[/i]

Michael suddenly lurched forward, his other hand now gripped on the strange mask. 

	An odd look came about him, the crimson orbs gleaming with life once more. A wicked smile spread across his dark lips and a thin laugh came choking out of his throat. 

"Didn't I say..." he uttered, "Over my dead body...?"

	As he said this, a golden flame erupted forth from his palm directly into the snide face. Very quickly, the fire built up into a raging inferno. All of the pent up frustration and anger and disappoint and fear he had been bottling until now, trying so hard to hold and contain, all of it began to be discharged violently. As he anticipated, it was growing out of control as the flames found no end, rushing forward like a ceaseless torrent. It was like that day long ago. Only this time, he didn't fight against it. He allowed it to flow free and unhindered. He wanted it to destroy everything in his path and consume him whole. Michael needed to become the monster once more. He didn't care what anyone thought anymore. It didn't matter if he belonged. None of it mattered if he had lost his only purpose in the entire world. His mind began to lapse as it was overloaded by all of these things at once, but he didn't want to stop until this threat to the Queen was no more. Michael pushed on and on until the essence tore away at him. Soon enough he made a grim howl as the pain dug deeper than it had ever before, like a hot brand pressed into his chest. 

	It might have been because the he tried resisting it for so long. His body was already pushed to its limit at this point, so an act like this only shoved him well over the edge. The released emotions manifested into an arcane fire so forceful that his limb began to give away to the brilliant blaze. Tip by tip, his hand turned into glimmering as he until his entire right arm was consumed by the fiery storm building up above him into Rajaka. 

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