Bruce knew perfectly well how far he lagged behind the gray-robed men and the Night Watchers. His extraordinary abilities were weak, but that was precisely why he needed to keep fighting.
Improving one's Spirituality Power through battle was a process every Extraordinary had to undergo.
Since becoming an Extraordinary, Bruce had only experienced a handful of battles: Alduin, who had degenerated into a Soul-Lost Monster; Adele; and, most recently, yesterday's clash with a gray-robed man. But those encounters had been rushed and hardly counted as real battles. The only time he had faced a formidable enemy-the heir to the Sharon Family-he had merely been a spectator.
Bruce wanted to join the fight, and this was his best opportunity.
These gray-robed men possessed magic and were difficult to deal with, but none was particularly strong individually. With a group of Night Watchers backing him up, they were not especially dangerous targets. Divine Might had already interfered with their escape, which would make the ensuing battle easier. At the very least, Bruce did not have to worry about his life being threatened. He could ensure his own safety in this fight.
With a flick of his wrist, Bruce drew the blade from his cane and rushed toward the battle, his gaze resolute and his steps steady. He murmured one incantation after another, drawing Spirituality Power from his palms to inscribe Magic Glyphs along the blade.
Durability, sharpness...
Although his head still hurt badly, his Spirituality Power had not been depleted, so his combat abilities were unaffected. If anything, the pain in his head constantly reminded him to fight cautiously.
The gray-robed men had layered many powerful enhancement spells on themselves, putting their combat prowess on par with the Night Watchers. Although there were only five of them, they had no trouble holding