With an authoritative tone of voice, he slapped Nihilus across the face, sending him flying several hundreds of meters. As the Devil landed in a pile of rubble, he rubbed his pale face, widening his eyes at the indent.
'My bones…'
He couldn't help but admire the crimson-eyed man's power…
But it wasn't always like this. When Nihilus was summoned, the young Devil definitely sensed that Arthur's power was only a bit above his own… So, how had the man improved so much in mere seconds?
'It's an ability… But I can't put my finger on it… Perhaps it's transformation.'
Nihilus revealed a smile of admiration, plopping down atop the rubble in order to channel the energy he consumed from the Devil Blood. Only after he truly reserved and absorbed the mysterious power for himself would he be able to increase his power.
'Only a couple of Devil Marks away…'
