"I said STOP!" Yato shouted and realised his mana-ranked pressure on Lucas's body who was about to swing the sword for the tenth time.
"Aga!"
Lucas screamed in pain as kneeled to the ground and stopped his sword art movement.
If Lucas was right state of mind he would have noticed that his body was in a mess, not from Yato mana pressure but because of the first form of Infernal Demonic Art, the sword of madness.
Lucas gasped for breath, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he struggled against the overwhelming influence of the first form of the Infernal Demonic Art. The dark red glow gradually receded, leaving behind an exhausted swordsman grappling with the aftermath of his unleashed madness.
