He snapped his fingers.
CLANG!
Another chain shot out of Max's body—
And the moment it left him—
His vision blurred.
His strength weakened.
His entire being trembled, as if something vital had just been torn away.
The black flames flickered weakly—
And before they could even reach the man—
They vanished.
Dispersed.
Like a candle being snuffed out.
Max's breath turned ragged.
His knees buckled.
'Shit. Shit. Shit!'
He was losing.
He was being ripped apart.
And if he didn't do something fast—
He was going to disappear.
'I have to try... This is my only chance!'
Max gritted his teeth, refusing to give in.
Even as his chains were being ripped away, even as he felt his very existence weakening, he pushed forward—
And willed the black flames toward the man.
FWOOOSH!
The dark fire surged, roaring like a vengeful storm, seeking to engulf the phantom.
But—
BZZZT!
The flames halted mid-air.
Blocked.
