A sound reverberated through the soul space.
Azazel couldn't tell whether it was a serpentine hiss or the aggressive gronk of the raven.
Whatever it was, it wasn't directed at him, the chilling intent of both wills was aimed at Akathartos instead.
The pupil of his icy blue eyes narrowed into slits while a black tattoo manifested around his eyes.
He felt a foreign yet familiar sensation dance along his veins like an endless supply of mana.
Instinctively he knew what it was.
It was the infinite serpent Ouroborus.
Azazel felt like in this state, he could actively use all his abilities without worrying about mana depletion on even his stamina.
There were other effects of Ouroborus will which registered themselves into his mind.
Unlike the Ouroborus, the raven's will was incomplete.
Azazel needed to hatch and bond with Huginn to fully unlock the full potential of the raven's will.
