After Jevil's body hit the ground, Sam slowly got up.
He let out a deep breath, eyes narrowing slightly as he stared down at his trembling hands.
They were still shaking, not from fear or exhaustion, but from the lingering aftereffects of what he had just done.
The power he had felt when using [Hatred Boost] was... strange.
His mind had gone completely blank the moment it activated, like his thoughts were drowned out in a sea of static.
Everything around him had disappeared in an instant, except Jevil.
He could see the jester perfectly, as if lit up by the crimson glow that had poured out of Sam's soul like wildfire.
And even now, after it had all ended, Sam could still remember the feeling he had deep within him while using it.
If he had to be honest... He didn't hate it. In fact, he kind of liked it.
That overwhelming surge of power. That sharp focus. That unshakable intent to destroy.
But even if he liked it, Sam knew he couldn't allow himself to get used to it.
