His teeth, especially the cutting teeth at the front, had suffered catastrophic damage under the assault of two energies.
Melted metallic sheen—dissolved enamel—and scorched carbonized marks covered them. The tips of his fangs had even vanished, and Nuclear Energy Blood as hot as lava flowed from the broken surfaces.
The inside of his mouth had long become a hellish scorched wasteland after the ravaging of energy.
The tough soft tissues along its inner walls had been repeatedly sliced and burned by the impacts of countless High-Energy Particles and spatial shockwaves, leaving them a charred, ruined mess, as though they had been cast into the radiation storm of a Pulsar Core.
Every annihilation burst of energy caused this scorched wasteland to crack and carbonize anew. Excruciating pain, like billions of red-hot Steel needles, continuously pierced Norman's neural center.
Yet at the bottom of this abyss of ultimate agony, enough to shatter even the will of the stars, Norman's enormous eyes, burning with greedy ghostly fire, did not dim in the slightest. Instead, as if drenched in pure oxygen, they erupted with even more crazed, even more stubborn green light!
Pain was merely fuel for the flames.
At the very heart of that violent blue-white energy torrent, capable of tearing apart everything and annihilating atoms, his extraordinarily sharp senses seized upon a trace of something unusual!
A wholly different, indescribably pure primordial power, like the primal pulse at the moment of the universe's birth, seeped in through the tiny crack in the frozen barrier that his Huge teeth had torn open on Dr. Connors's body, infiltrating every opening in fine strands!
This power carried an indescribably cold and lifeless quality, yet contained a surging vitality beyond imagination.
It was like the sweetest cosmic nectar, and even more like the most deadly, alluring