I was fighting in a near trance-like state. Most of my attention was focused on how my Laws were integrating with my spells, and in this way my understanding of lightning grew. That was one of the primary reasons I had chosen Lightning Arcanist as my second Title beside Demon Slayer.
To bring my soul up to match my body, I had to reach Sovereign, and the path to that level of power lay in the Laws of lightning.
The Pale Matron suddenly pressed against the seals with greater force, and I felt the pressure in my mind like a hand squeezing my skull. I gritted my teeth and poured more Anima into them, and the pressure eased, and the distraction cost me.
A Thull larger than the others, older most likely, its hide scarred by forces that even its regeneration could not undo, broke through my web and reached me before I could write another Script. Its claws caught me across the chest, and I felt Adamantium skin crack before it sealed again in less than a second.
