"That's the spirit…"
Sebastian's voice sounded through the cave as the dust cleared.
When the dust finally settled, Azel could see him standing in the same spot, completely unfazed.
There wasn't a scratch on the man.
He had tanked the punch head-on.
"Come on," Sebastian said, cracking his neck. "You must feel your aura vibrating even more now. Let's see how powerful it is."
Azel clenched his fist and took a deep breath.
His lungs stung, and as he exhaled, tiny drops of blood flew from his nose.
He wiped them away with his sleeve and grinned.
"I feel better," he muttered.
It was strange.
He rarely used aura anymore.
Ever since awakening his magical affinity, magic had felt a lot more special.
Aura was powerful and meant for close combat.
He'd grown so used to spells, runes, and divine magic that he'd forgotten the thrill of pure physical power… even when he was using his aura today, it didn't quite feel like it did now.
