Esdeath let out a low, lingering moan of satisfaction. Though the sound held no actual meaning, it was filled with the longing and intoxication she felt deep within for power.
Demonization—this process, both familiar and strange to her—felt like a rebirth every time she experienced it, freeing her from the shackles of humanity and restoring her to that demonic form possessed of boundless might.
At that moment, her senses were infinitely heightened. Every nerve was immersed in an ocean of power, and the unprecedented sense of fulfillment nearly made her lose herself.
Her eyes flashed with an unusual light, darkness drawn from the abyss mingled with the blazing ferocity of Thunderbolt.
Demonic power surged through her like boiling lava, raging freely within her body. Every heartbeat came with an explosive increase in strength, as though the entire world trembled beneath her will.
This power was not merely an enhancement of the flesh, but an elevation of mind and soul, allowing her to feel freedom and strength beyond anything she had ever known.
Suddenly, a dazzling radiance burst forth from Esdeath's body. It was so intense that even the toughest steel would melt in an instant, and anyone who looked directly at it would shed tears involuntarily, no matter how resolute their will.
Like lightning tearing through the night sky, the light not only illuminated the endless darkness of the Underworld, but also whipped up an unprecedented vortex of storms in an instant.
It swept everything around it inside. Whether air or invisible demonic power, all of it spun madly within the vortex, creating an apocalyptic scene.
At the center of the storm, Esdeath's Aura had become incomparably powerful. Her demonic power whirled, erupted, and gathered like a raging tempest, forming a terrifying presence.
The Aura was so powerful that even