Din slowly looked at his palm, then turned his head.
"Is this me?" Din thought.
Outside, seeing the death of their comrade, the demons began focusing on Din as they attacked.
Sharp tentacles, long blade-like legs, and claws that gleamed under the sun all came crashing down toward him.
But his body disappeared.
The next moment, he appeared with both feet calmly standing on the shoulders of a middle-level demon nearly four meters tall.
Shock, disbelief, and various emotions appeared on the humans' faces, and even more so on the demons'.
But just as the middle-level demon moved, Din was gone again.
At this moment, his eyes never left his hands.
That feeling of touching the demon while simultaneously not touching it was addictive.
Din found that he couldn't pull himself away from it.
He enjoyed it.
He craved it more and more.
He moved softly across the battlefield. One moment his speed seemed almost slow, the next it exceeded five times the speed of sound.
