Chapter 997: Power Overwhelming

The momentum that came with the striking of Bella's hat... came with an unfortunate additional consequence. 

Bella's circular spectacles were dislodged from her face. 

Tycondrius... saw... light. 

His sensory perception of everything... touch, taste, time, balance, temperature, motion, spiritual *distress* was inundated by light. 

He saw visions of glory. 

He saw the Laws of reality bending to their breaking point. 

He lived through a thousand waking nightmares, everything he'd seen and forgotten in lifetimes prior, the strikingly few instances of crowning achievements counterbalanced by the so many pain-wracked, miserable failures. 

Tycon tried to shield his eyes from the mana being released. 

But, of course, the insignificance of his flesh and bone didn't do a f*cking thing. 

He undimmed his vision, trying to offset the brilliance with the magic of his Ancient Bloodline.