"...What the hell are you?"
Damien didn't answer.
He simply raised his sword, the golden blade humming with concentrated power.
The exhaustion hadn't vanished completely, nor had his injuries magically healed. But his body was now enveloped in a powerful aura that strengthened his movements and amplified his magic.
He could feel the difference immediately.
The world seemed clearer.
The movements of the floating debris, the shifting gravitational currents, and even the minute changes in Abigor's posture became easier to perceive.
His previous attacks had struggled to penetrate the demon's defenses. Now, he could finally sense a way to challenge them.
Damien took a step forward.
The ground cracked beneath his boot.
Abigor's violet eyes narrowed.
He slowly clenched his fists, and the gravity surrounding him began to intensify once more. "So you were hiding this power."
Damien raised his sword.
Golden light gathered along its edge, illuminating his battered face.
"No."
