King Valentin raised his hand once more, ready to subdue Florian with his power—but Florian was faster. He dodged, pivoting to the side in a blur of movement, then lunged at the king with blistering speed. Energy surged through his right hand, while his left unleashed razor-sharp claws, gleaming with raw power.
Rage drove him forward. Unlike before, when Ol'gaz had possessed his body and nearly killed Lisbeth with cold, calculated precision, this time, it was different.
The demon had no heart, no emotions—but Florian did. And now, it was his own fury propelling him toward his uncle, his own will extending his hand to smother King Valentin in black smoke.
But rage made him reckless. His attacks were fast, devastating even—but wild. His strikes lacked the precision of an experienced fighter, unlike King Valentin, who had spent years honing his combat skills.
