Dyllan took a deep breath and tightened his grip on his Justice. The energy that had rushed through his body now lay within his bat, but the effect the sudden surge of power had had on him lingered. Every single muscle in his body felt as though it was tensing and relaxing at the same time, and there was a familiar flickering sensation at the base of his spine and the top of his head. There was no mirror for him to check, but somehow he knew this sensation came from a pair of ectoplasmic ears and a tail. Not shadowy, wolf-like ones like his shadow had - but bright burning red ones, that resembled a Great Dane’s.

Dyllan straightened out his stance and pulled his bat back - readying it for a blow. He wanted to try something, but even after everything that had happened, he was still a little hesitant to follow through with it. There would be no going back no matter how it played out, but if even his shield worked differently now…

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“Tear it apart -” The words that used to sink to the pit of his stomach and tear him up inside, now rose up through him like helium. “- my Justice!” Dyllan slammed his baseball bat down against the ground below him, sending a brightly shining red fissure racing forward through the concrete.

The fissure paused briefly once it reached the edge of the bunker-chunk Dyllan was standing on, but before he could consider the possibility that he maybe had not thought this plan of attack all the way through, the fissure shot forward through the very fabric that made up the mindscape - splitting and spreading until it had branched out to cover a not insignificant portion of the mindscape.

For a brief, glorious moment, everything was still. Releasing the energy that had pent up within him had left Dyllan feeling like his emotions had just let out a breath they’d been holding for five minutes.

Then a disorienting jolt shot through Dyllan’s head, knocking him to his knees as the fissures tore open - cracking apart the very roots of the mindscape. Cracking, but not breaking.