Damian felt the power surge through him, the effects settling in from the Abyssal Strength potion. Two emergency spells hovered around him, ready to unleash at a moment's notice.
The blade in his hand reignited, its black aura pulsing with a stable intensity. With a slight raise of his weapon, Damian intercepted the lightning-blue sword wielded by Sam. A piece of his leg armor activated again, this time channeling his own mana to fracture the ground a short distance away, the rift accompanied by faint tremors. Alex was forced to halt and leap clear of the disruption.
Sam gritted his teeth and pressed forward, muscles empowered by lightning. Yet, no matter how much force he exerted, matching Damian was no simple feat. Even at his base, Damian's stats rivaled those of a Second Ranker. With the potion boosting his strength by 20%, no Second Ranker, not even a transcendent seed, could match him. Perhaps a pugilist like Xavier might come close.
