A few days had gone by in this new world. Silva had no idea if the days were the same as the ones from where he came, but it didn't matter.
On this day, he left everyone at the place they were staying and headed for the desert. He stood at the edge and looked. He paused for a few seconds and then walked in; he didn't try to be cautious for the most part.
"Let's see what my strength is like here," he muttered. He was a demigod, and so far he was yet to actually use his strength, so he wanted to see what he scaled to.
A few steps in, he took out the Abyssal Blade. He allowed his energy to glow out of his body continuously, in order to make sure that any worm that was there would feel his presence.
"I haven't had a good battle in a while, it's time I stretch," he muttered.
Silva was no ordinary demigod, no, he was one of a kind, the most unique demigod to ever exist. The power scaling that Aris used could not work on him, because his whole thing was to defy logic.
