The spike in temperature was felt in Lucien's body, alarming his beastly senses nanoseconds before the detonation. In an attempt to protect him, his Angel-Arms wrapped around his body and calcified in an instant, turning to a ceramic-like state with a flare of blue fire. His wings did the same in an attempt to boost his protection, wrapping around him but only having time to harden part of itself before the explosion occurred. The blast sent him through the air as the buildings collided in his wake, the soldier's self-destruction sending concrete chunks into the air. By the end of it, Lucien's wings and arms were both shredded by concrete and burnt away by the blast. His arms were both cut off by the forearm but only by shrapnel, which would otherwise be a problem if the heat destroyed his limbs. Amazingly enough was the sword held in his mouth, bound to his face by a fleshy mass that was half-burnt and decaying. This was a trick he learned while fighting Ronin himself. While not his usual type of style, it came in handy in such a situation. Through the smoke and the fire he stumbled to another gathering of corpses and fell down to them, stabbing his devouring blade into one. The same bioluminescent tendrils from before appeared from the corpse, spreading to another while metabolizing. They pulsed weakly as they drained organs, blood and bone and altered them by crudely changing their genetic code through some kind of viral miracle. Dumbfounded and waking from his trance, Lucien lay there as his body slowly regenerated as the corpses were consumed by his virus' mutated consumption, sword still bound to his jaws grotesquely.