After the bandits' attack, Adam was back in his carriage, looking somewhat bored.
Thanks to his intervention, the damage hadn't been severe, so only a few had died. Given the strength of that band of bandits, the casualties should have been much higher.
They were already using demonic chants.
Adam knew how dangerous they were.
Demonic energy was more destructive than mana… but it came at a price. It corrupted the mind. If the bearer wasn't a demon, they ended up transforming into something closer to a beast than a sentient being.
And that was exactly what happened to the bandit leader.
The vast amount of demonic energy he was drawing from the ring eventually consumed him, warping his body and driving him into an irrational bloodlust.
Adam leaned his head lightly against the back of the carriage.
He knew that if any of the mercenaries who hadn't fled had faced that leader, they would have died without even being able to put up a fight.
Especially him…
