The Author's POV

Ren's body… it was a complete mess. There were far too many distinct powers, and the demonic laws and Akashic laws were exhibiting signs of repulsion toward one another.

Ren was unfamiliar, yet familiar, with the Akashic Laws.

They… they were the laws that had been binding at this body for the past few centuries. He never wielded them before, but the moment he used them, it felt as though it was second nature to him.

Not to mention the golden runes and words that were circling around his body...

With just one look, it seemed as though he could decipher their meaning with just a look, and as he stared at his hands, which were coated in a white substance, he turned his attention back toward Waylan and pressed his palm forward.

Boom―!

"Futile."

Waylan dislodged the palm with a swift whack, causing it to splinter and fly off into the horizon. Following that, he launched a counterattack by pressing his own palm down.

A gigantic hand suddenly materialized above Ren's head and made an attempt to squish him from on high. Ren took a measured look at the situation before removing his sword from its sheath.

He merely pressed the tip of his sword up, and the palm came to rest directly above him.

WOOOONG―! From the intersection of the two forces, where they met in the middle, a tremendous wind erupted. It was powerful enough to push the two back a few meters in response.

Waylan's eyes shone.

'He's different from before.'

Waylan thought, regaining his footing.

The degree of control over the power that he displayed wasn't the same as the one he showed before. There was something completely different about him for some unexplained reason, and the manner in which he carried himself was even more unsettling.

"Are you really the same, Ren?"

The surprised Waylan asked.

The more he examined him, the more convinced he became that there was something peculiar about him. It appeared as though he was going up against a completely different entity than before.

But how was that possible?

"You give off a different feeling from before…"

Waylan squinted his eyes.

"I'm not sure what it is, but it now explains to me why you were so confident a little earlier. Was this power of yours what gave you the confidence to challenge me?"

Swoosh―!

A splintering occurred in the space around Ren, and an invisible shot toward his leg.

was taken aback by the sudden attack, attempted to evade it but was just a fraction of a

The blow went all the way through his leg,

his leg, Ren showed no change

even feel

his body suddenly erupted, covering his entire

his wings once

a single thrust with his

"Better."

was able to avoid the slashing attack. He then countered with a blow from his own fist, which caused the air around it

'Dangerous.'

sight

point. He was able to sense that Waylan had packed a lot

his arms in front of his chest

Boom―!

explosion had occurred. As a result of the impact, Ren rolled away like a ball and flew for several hundred

He had done this to prevent the punch from reaching his main body, and while he did indeed succeed, it

the pain in his body, his eyes turned

that much

a Protector before, and he didn't know very much about them at all. At this point, all

little about them, he deemed the current fight just as troublesome as the ones he had with Jezebeth

to him, based on what he was able to observe. It was endowed with the laws, and his control and influence

a threat from a person or entity that was not the Demon

Crack! Crack!

to mend as a shadowy glow began to form around his entire

body possessed, if one

no more than a couple of seconds to return to its normal state, but by the time it did, Waylan had already

"Healed enough?"

his neck. During the kick, the wind seemed to be

a

Click―!

twisted just before Ren felt his sword make contact

Ren's surprise, he felt his sword make contact

'I missed?'

feeling—only Jezebeth had ever done this

respond, Waylan aimed a kick toward

appeared. He tried to capitalize on the opportunity to launch his own attack and counterattack. Reaching down with his hand, he tried to reach the hilt

same time, looking up, Ren's gaze fixed on Waylan's

That was his target.

Bang—!

It was right at the moment when Ren's hand was about to press the hilt of the sword, and after the kick hit his hand in just the right

shortly after that and reappeared a couple

fist with his free hand and extended it in

a hand materialized right beneath where he was standing, and it gripped him in the middle of