As the light faded and the sky turned a deep shade of purple, Aldric decided to call it a day. He dismissed the Omni-Weapon, feeling it meld back into his skin, and headed back to his quarters. The palace was quiet, the corridors lit by the soft glow of enchanted torches. Aldric's mind was still buzzing with the day's events, his thoughts racing with ideas for new techniques.
As Aldric made his way back to his quarters, his thoughts were consumed by the power he had just unleashed. The Omni-Weapon, with its infinite adaptability, had shown him glimpses of what he could achieve—yet he knew there was still so much to explore. The concept of having a weapon that could become anything was more than just exciting; it was a game-changer in every possible way. And the ability to cast magic without incantations made him nearly invincible. His footsteps echoed softly in the empty hallways of the Demon Palace, the quiet ambiance of the night doing little to quell the storm of thoughts brewing in his mind.
By the time he reached his chambers, the sky had turned a dark indigo, dotted with twinkling stars. Aldric pushed open the heavy doors of his room and stepped inside. The room was lavishly furnished, befitting his status, but Aldric barely noticed his surroundings. He was lost in his own world, thinking about how to push his abilities even further.
He closed the door behind him, leaning against it for a moment as he allowed himself to fully take in the events of the day. His muscles ached pleasantly from the exertion, but it was a satisfying kind of pain—a reminder of how much he had grown. Still, there was a lingering restlessness in him, a hunger for more.
Aldric moved to the center of the room, the cool marble floor chilling his bare feet as he crossed it. He lit a few candles with a flick of his wrist, the flames leaping to life without any need for an incantation. The soft, flickering light bathed the room in a warm glow, casting long shadows that danced across the walls. He found himself smiling at the ease with which he performed even the simplest of tasks now. It was a small, but constant, reminder of the power he held.