Asher's eyes remained trained on Cedric, expecting another bout of conflict as the latter slowly regained his posture.
Instead, the malevolence that once consumed Cedric's aura slowly vanished, replaced by a serene golden light that emanated from his eyes and the emblem on his chest.
Noticing this drastic change, Asher's flaming skeletal hand extinguished itself, the hellish fires dimming down to nothingness.
As Cedric straightened, a moment of stillness lingered between them, creating a void filled with tension and unanswered questions.
"Your will is strong finally," Cedric finally broke the silence, his tone completely transformed from the chilling voice that had once declared war.
Asher furrowed his brows and looked at his ring finger only to see that the Ring of Damnation was nowhere to be seen, "The ring…How…" Asher couldn't understand how he was still able to use mana without the ring.
