The sudden change genuinely startled Ruger.
"At first, we only wanted to wound you and make you back down. We never intended to kill you. I can sense the vigorous vitality within you. It is an enviable asset, a promise of a boundless future. Young Wizard, you need not risk yourself over matters that have nothing to do with you..."
The old man spoke, trembling within the fiery chains wrapped around him.
Ruger felt the changes within himself and glanced down at the markings on his body, committing the sensation to memory. Malice seemed to have filled every curving line.
At the same time, Ruger noticed the old man's trembling.
It was not just the searing torment of the chains around him. There was also the agitation he struggled to suppress, the unexpected turn of events, the changes within him. Everything was making the old man tremble.
Ruger pondered. He had already prepared a new experiment for the old man, something he had been unable to do before.
The chains behind the old man shook, while the robe that had emerged from them slowly burned.
Noticing this, Ruger raised an eyebrow. The balding old man clearly could not maintain this state for long, which meant Ruger would not have much time either.
Lesser Sharpness, mixed with Faith Power, gathered on the demon's large hands. Dense malice also wreathed his sharp fingertips. This was no ordinary wrapping of malice. Once he had felt himself filled with it, it had flowed naturally toward his fingertips, as though those same patterns were about to emerge there too.
He could feel his demonic body continuing to change as he fought.
Demons were wondrous creatures in precisely this way.
They feasted on fire and blood, grinning savagely from the moment of their birth and adapting