BOOM!
Sam's wings erupted with overwhelming aura as he poured everything into them, drawing not only on his raw power but also on every affinity he possessed.
The realization struck him fully now, clear and undeniable.
The description had never lied.
His wings were not just a means of flight.
They were weapons fueled directly by his aura and affinities, no different from his [Primordial Sword] or the core of his strongest techniques.
Just like with his blade, just like with his skills, focus was everything.
By condensing that power, refining it, and forcing it into a single purpose, he could elevate his wings far beyond their base state.
"Futile," Arelis said confidently, his voice carrying through the spiked void.
"I have been fighting with my wings for far too long," he continued with a grin, arrogance dripping from every word.
"Just accept your loss and entertain me long enough."
WINGED SPIKES!
