When he awoke again, he saw Lancelot I half-kneeling on the ground, his face twisted in pain—nearly limitless strength was continuously pouring into his body.
His forehead was covered in fine sweat, but the founding Knight remained determined and silent, not uttering a single word.
The power was so immense it could even directly break through the upper limit of the energy level. But Lancelot's body seemed to be overloading during the ritual...
His reddened skin was sizzling, emitting white smoke, as liquid strength flowed through his body like flames.
It was as if there was some glowing creature moving beneath his skin, occasionally bulging into a large blister that would quickly travel along before sinking back in.
"Shepherd... I don't know if I can call you that..."
Suddenly, enduring the agony, Lancelot spoke, "I've seen your portrait... I've also heard about the secrets of the Herding Skill. I know that your soul can enter the body of a Phantom Demon..."
