70 Winner

Thomas felt himself sinking deeper and deeper into the abyss, which he became familiar with over time.

Every time he transformed into his Berserker form, the process stayed the same. He never knew what happened to his body in the real word, but he knew that the backlash would hit him when he would regain control of his body.

However, something different occurred this time.

While waiting for the end of the fight and floating into nothingness, a small gray orb appeared and drifted towards him.

"Hmmm?"

He was in his subconscious, so he highly doubted that it was nefarious. He moved in its direction and immediately grabbed it, trying to inspect it.

*BOOM*

The moment he seized it, a surge of power invaded his body, with a harsh voice resounding around him. He had absolutely no clue about its origin or to whom it belonged, but its authority appeared absolute.