"Hang in there, Raven," he muttered, ramming his claws into the stony ground. Though he scolded Raven a lot, he still held a special connection with the wolf. The change was inescapable, yet the picture of failure loomed heavily in his mind.
As the essence within him began to ignite, Raven's body began to glow. Red flames burst forth from his fur, and his howl grew louder, each becoming more anguished than the last. His muscles bulged, and his physique trembled under the power of the transformation.
Luke frowned as several thoughts simultaneously crossed his mind. A wolf spirit of the Inferno was no ordinary spirit. Hell, since it was a fire-element commander, simply put: it was too much elemental power for a general-class demon like Raven!
"Guess this installation was tougher than I thought," Luke said, squinting his eyes. He saw fragments of the flame spirit seeds scattered around on the vein and hastily scooped up a handful of the glowing shards.
