To his left, Rupert surged forward, a seething black fireball crackling in his grasp, while to his right, Lordrick brandished his blade, its edge drenched in pulsing purple energy, oozing malice and destruction.
Perhaps, it was the intoxicating rush of their newfound power, but they lunged at Zion with full confidence, certain he would falter and fall before them. That certainty shattered in an instant—confusion and dread took hold as Zion seized Rupert's fireball with his bare hand and met Lordrick's blade with one of his own, forged seamlessly from pure mana.
Although Lordrick now uses demonic energy, Zion could still feel the holy power surging in the man's body, meaning that even with demonic energy, his connection to his god wasn't shut off.
"Never in your useless life think that you can beat me with a power you borrowed from a species condemned to the depths of the underworld"
