The white-haired daemon stood in mid-air, observing his right palm. On it was a light gash that oozed the black-colored blood of a daemon.
Traces of crackling energies prevented it from healing. These energies contained the properties he had already perceived in the white lightning.
However, this gash had originated when he confronted Anon's black lightning. So, it was clear to him what this human was attempting.
"Merging two peerless techniques..." The daemon mused. Its words came to a halt; however, it clearly did not believe that Anon could actually succeed.
Indeed, he had reached the initial state, commendable, but who knew how long it had taken for him to achieve this? The daemon grinned from ear to ear, finding Anon's attempts almost laughable.
On the other hand, having finally grasped the initial gist of this concept, before Anon's piercing golden eyes, there were no more mysteries.
