The moment Ash's foot touched the ground, his body turned into a streak of golden-white lightning.
A deafening sound of thunder exploded across the hall, powerful enough to make the very walls shudder under its might.
In a flash of golden brilliance, Ash reappeared beside the two demons.
From his perspective, enhanced by his state, he could see them still staring blankly at the spot where he had stood just a moment ago.
He gripped his sword with both hands, the sheath already tucked away in his space ring.
The sword felt almost like an extension of his own body — perfectly balanced, neither too heavy nor too light — as if he had wielded it for countless years.
It feels so natural to hold, Ash thought silently, tightening his grip until his knuckles turned white, a testament of the anger he was feeling.
Gathering all his strength, he shifted his weight, letting the momentum of his speed drive the blow. His sword flashed, aiming straight for Zerak's neck.
