A piece of flesh that the Mortino had torn off was thrown right next to Luzbell, and the semi-scavenger beast spotted it, preparing to attack, it seemed like the end, but when the beast was a few steps from its target, a silhouette, like that of a shadow, launched itself with a sword towards the short neck of the Creature, falling on its feet on the opposite side of the place from where it had jumped.
The Mortino walked two steps and his head separated from his body, falling a few centimeters from Luzbell, who was bathed in the purple, foul-smelling blood that came from the body of the Mortino, who, despite being dead, remained standing.
Absorbed, Luzbell said to himself:
- Wake up.
So he did, Luzbell was surprised to see himself covered by the blood of that beast, however this allowed him to walk among the Mortinos without attracting their attention, since he was still weak, product of the combat, being far from danger he took refuge in an uninhabited cave to recover, in which there was a filtration of crystalline water, and a small tree with very tasty fruits, so he took advantage of his luck to take and eat the best banquet that that merciless place had offered him, until now. After eating and drinking his fill, he began to think that he was not alone in that place, since he knew that the only thing capable of killing that beast in such a way was the cut of a sword, in addition, while he was slightly engrossed he felt the presence of an aura different from the beings that inhabited the Inferuz.
After a while, the only thing Luzbell thought about was how susceptible he was to danger when entering his mind, so he began to meditate, to control himself, which also allowed him to control his power to such an extent, that he was able to transmit it to some dry tree branches that when in contact with his aura created a flame of fire that glowed the color of his aura, which was the way to analyze his power, however the color of this was not golden in its entirety, since in the center of it was a grayish color, which he knew that despite seeming weak and small, it was a dark but powerful power that inhabited his being, he took a very small branch and threw it with precision to the dark part of the flame, with which this caused a small explosion causing that gray color to take over the flame in its entirety and to burn with more force for an instant before fading away. Seeing this, he said to himself:
- This power is unstable, difficult to control; but how is it possible that something like this is hidden within me, who am I? how is it possible for a Being of light to keep darkness within?