PoV Gianni
'That piece of shit! Why can't you just process your grief like a normal person? Why is a suicide charge the first thing you do?' I wanted to scream while I was running behind him.
Since I was slower than the idiot charging forward, I had no choice but to rely on the weird demonic power the gods had granted us. By allowing it to freely flow inside the body rather than just keeping it near our hearts and amassed into a ball, we could receive various benefits, such as improved physical abilities as well as manifesting a variety of different techniques.
To avoid losing control of my body, I concentrated most of that power on my arms while making sure none of that was going through my head. As a result, my arms transformed; they got bigger, the skin color changed, and I extended my right arm towards the fleeting bastard and extended the energy towards him.
