Clyde stood over the fallen shield-bearer for only a brief moment.
The orange mist still coiled tightly around his body feeding into the storm of lightning that surged along his veins. He could feel it clearly now. The energy coming from the Demonic Sword was not gentle. It burned.
It spread through him like fire hidden beneath his skin, hot and relentless, merging with his lightning and that made his power feel heavier and more dangerous than before. His veins throbbed with it. His movements carried that heat and that unnatural force from Hell realm.
This was not something a normal human could wield. Clyde knew that.
A faint thought crossed his mind. A warning. Power like this did not come without a price. The Demonic Sword was not just a weapon. Something behind it existed. Something that could notice his presence again.
He might already be drawing attention.
But he pushed the thought aside because right now, none of that mattered.
