"Since when were you here, Riley?"
Lucas's voice broke through the chaos as we cut down the swarming monsters flooding the streets. The creatures of darkness seemed endless, but neither of us faltered.
Every slash, every strike, cut through the shadowy hordes, but I couldn't help but notice that Lucas was beginning to slow, his mana reserves draining.
He was relying heavily on his light-based aura, which was doing more damage than my own mana-infused strikes.
'I wonder if he'll notice his own divinity during this battle…'
His hidden divine energy radiated with each blow, searing the darkness like a burning flame, while my attacks, although effective, lacked the same potency.
It wasn't that my mana wasn't working—it just didn't compare to the sheer destructive force of his light.
But there was something more.
