He took a deep breath, adjusting the aura within his body to its optimal state, ensuring that each of his movements, each breath, was indistinguishable from those of the Demon Race. Logan knew the days ahead would be even tougher, but he also believed that as long as there was light in his heart, and conviction, nothing could stop his advancing steps.
So, Logan straightened his back, his gaze unwaveringly set on the distant horizon. By his side, the Spirit Sword formed from Sword Qi hovered silently, as if it, too, was preparing for the imminent challenge. Together, they would face this unknown contest, and regardless of the outcome, they were determined to give their all, refusing to shrink back.