William exhaled a slow sigh as he rested his back against a large chunk of torn floor, his muscles still tight as he stuffed the fang of the fallen wolf into his bag.
Before him lay several bodies of the monsters he had just defeated.
More than a hundred wolves had swarmed him at once, relentless and feral, trying desperately to protect the Devil. Yet the moment William decided that this was it—that he would no longer cling so tightly to self-control—the battle had become far simpler.
Nyx was a part of him. Not a disease. Not a corruption.
He wasn't sure when exactly it happened, but ever since the day he awakened, he had been able to operate both aether and Nyx simultaneously. The two energies flowed differently, yet neither rejected him.
