Deep down, Adonis knew this had to do with his racial pillar.
Ever since his mutated elements had harmonised with his sovereignty and he'd begun to rely on his one prominent talent, he'd felt his shackles loosening.
As time passed and he got more and more in tune with his true self, he got closer and closer to awakening this dormant pillar of his.
***
"Did you get weaker?" Asked Adonis as he finished the last of the enemies they were facing.
On the side, Cyrus stood bloodied and out of breath. Hearing these words, he frowned.
"Fuck you. We don't all have stupidly powerful bodies like yours. Just wait till I awaken my true circle…"
"Bunch of excuses if you ask me."
"You fucking…"
Ignoring Cyrus' grumbling, Adonis bent down.
'My pulses can automatically absorb and devour the souls of those I kill but it'd be nice if I could manipulate the process a bit. It would've been helpful to interrogate them before absorbing them.'
