A compounding effect.
Something that grew over time.
A strange phenomena.
Like gradually rising waves.
The feeling of power thrumming within his mortal coil was a strange, intoxicating feeling, Cain thought to himself.
Forgetting the pain, forgetting the feeling of having his life drained away.
It was Divine.
His entire body and spirit were completely saturated with godly might.
He had stretched beyond the limits of what was humanly possible and had completely entered the realm of the supernatural.
He took a step forward.
The world behind him crackled and crumbled, exploding into huge chunks of broken earth.
The roar that escaped from his maw was not human.
It absolutely couldn't be.
With one swing of his sword, the world shattered.
A destructive wave of highly condensed energy shot out towards the {Chaos Reaper Imp}.
The Devil parried it to the side.
The sword wave shot off into the distance, crashing into the side wall of the abyssal chasm.
