As Ryan looked into a small crack in the ground that seemed to lead deep into the abyss, he felt a weird sensation.
This was a sensation he had never experienced to this incredible extent.
He was not invincible, he was not the fastest, not the strongest, nor was he the most capable. Heck, with his Puppet body, even better than the norm Demonlings could crush him under their foot.
But he was unkillable. He was a cockroach if he considered his main body, too.
Destroy the main body's head? It will revive due to the Mask of the Savage, or now, Armor of the Savage. Cut off his limbs? He would heal with Alchemic Shapeshifting? In fact, most things couldn't even hurt Mark with his Armor on.
And for Ryan?
He felt unkillable by himself too.
It was the power of a social circle.
There were two sorts of power. Hard power and soft power. Hard power was what Mark was used to wielding. The power to kill his enemies if they moved in a way he didn't like. But soft power?
