The world around him slowed down, and he felt like he could see every movement, every detail of the battle with a clarity he had never experienced before. His mind felt sharp and focused, and he knew exactly what he needed to do.
He began to move the ship with a precision and grace that he had never thought possible, dodging enemy fire and taking out enemy ships with ease. It was like he was moving through water, his movements fluid and effortless.
The energy flowing through him felt like a part of him, an extension of his own body and mind. He could feel the power coursing through his veins, and it was like nothing he had ever experienced before.
With each passing moment, he grew stronger and more confident. He knew that he had tapped into something incredible, something that had the potential to change everything.
As he fought on, his mind raced with possibilities. What if he could unlock the full potential of the artifact, and use its power to defeat the Devourers once and for all? What if he could find others like him, with the same bloodline and the same potential for greatness?
He knew that he was just scratching the surface of what was possible, but he also knew that he was onto something truly remarkable. And as the battle raged on around him, he felt a sense of purpose and determination growing within him.
He was no longer just running from his past, or fighting for survival. He was fighting for something greater, something that could change the fate of the universe.
And with that thought in mind, he fought on, using the power of the artifact to push himself to new heights and to change the course of the battle.
As the battle raged on, the man found himself effortlessly dodging and striking each devourer that came his way. His movements were fluid and precise, and he felt an intense rush of energy with each blow he landed.
In this dreamlike state, he felt a sense of power he had never experienced before. The devourers seemed to cower before him, unable to match his strength and agility.
As he continued to fight, the surroundings began to blur, and he could hear a distant voice calling out to him. It was a voice he recognized, but he couldn't quite place it.
Despite the distraction, he didn't let up his assault. He swung his blade with even more force, and each strike seemed to bring him closer to victory.
Finally, with a final thrust, he defeated the last of the devourers. As he stood there, catching his breath, the voice grew louder and more insistent.
With a start, he realized he was no longer dreaming. The battle was over, and the voice belonged to his friend, who was urgently trying to wake him up.
As he opened his eyes, he felt a rush of disappointment that the dream was over. But then he remembered the feeling of power he had experienced, and he realized that it was something he could strive for in his waking life.
With newfound motivation, he got up and started his day, feeling energized and ready to take on anything that came his way.