"Fine," he finally said, firmly. "I'll do it. I'll take your power."
The demon's eyes burned brighter and its form pulsated with energy.
"Excellent." It raised a claw-like appendage with arcs of lightning swirling around it. "But know this: the path you have chosen is not one of mercy. To wield my power, you must shed your hesitation. There is no room for doubt."
"I understand," Milo said with an unwavering voice.
The demon surged forward, and in an instant, a bolt of lightning struck Milo. Pain exploded through his body and his muscles convulsed as the storm demon's power tore through him. He gritted his teeth, refusing to cry out with his resolve keeping him upright.
The transformation was excruciating. His body burned as if molten lightning coursed through his veins, reshaping and reforging him. The air around him crackled and the ground beneath him scorched.
