Maeve immediately felt the difference and stopped complaining. Without a word, she sat cross-legged and closed her eyes to focus on the pure energy strand just waiting to be digested.
Jake stepped out of the tent and stared blankly at the black sky above him. On top of a brawling ice giant and lava giant, his faction now had not one, but two Demonesses.
The next few days promised to be no picnic...
BOOOM!
As if to taunt him, a deafening shockwave shook the earth and as he turned his gaze to the east, Jake saw hundreds of uprooted trees streak across the sky like a giant firework.
"Fuck! What's going on now?!" He complained drowsily.
Helping Maeve purify the miasma in her body seemed easy, but it took all his mental strength. On the surface, Words of Power seemed omnipotent, and they were, but only within the confines of his True Will and Spiritual Energy.
