My cry of hunger still echoed in the air, longer than it should have, as I hunted across the field for a long time after that, and I am not going to pretend I hated it.
When I was fighting and killing demons, when there was a clear purpose in front of me, everything vanished, and I no longer cared for the fate of the world; I only cared for this moment.
The battle became a harvest, and although I could not fly, my body was strong enough that if I leapt into the air, powered by Lightning Incarnate, I could reach a ridiculous height, and I was sure that if I applied Lightning Incarnate in the right manner, then I would be able to fly.
At this discovery, I stopped waiting for the Narghul to come to me. I went to them. Lightning Incarnate carried me across the air in fractions of a second, and each time I reappeared, I was beside a demon, my hands already glowing, as I unleashed lightning without holding back much.
