Sarohan

The battle between the warlord and the demonic creature raged on, their attention momentarily diverted by the reverberating cry of furious rage. The forest crackled with black lightning as the man responsible seized its power with his bare hand.

Seraphine watched in awe, her gaze fixed on the eternal black flames that engulfed him. "Is there no limit to his capabilities?" she wondered aloud, perplexed by the tower's inability to contain his unleashed fury. "If he remains unrestrained, what heights of power could he attain?"

Vesper, too, was taken aback. With his colossal arms retracted, he questioned, "Is that truly Bartholomew? Did he always harbor such a monstrous force within him, or is this yet another bestowed blessing?"