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.

evade it but was just a

the way through his leg,

Ren showed no change

even

into Ren's eyes, and the demonic energy that had been building up inside of his body suddenly erupted, covering his entire leg and erupting from

wound was covered, he flapped his wings once and appeared right

single thrust

"Better."

with a blow from his own fist, which caused the air around it to twist and turn like

'Dangerous.'

the sight

that he could take lightly at any point. He was able to sense

in front of his

Boom―!

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

the blow. He had done this to prevent the punch from reaching his main body, and while he did indeed succeed, it came with a lot of

his body,

that much weaker than

he didn't know very much about them at all. At

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

on what he was able to observe. It was endowed with the laws, and

Ren had perceived a threat

Crack! Crack!

as a shadowy glow began to

all of the powers that his body possessed, if one had

more than a couple of seconds to return to its normal state, but by the time it did, Waylan had already

"Healed enough?"

to be tearing itself

tapped his sword, there was a faint

Click―!

his sword make contact with it, as if he

to Ren's surprise, he felt his sword make contact with

'I missed?'

feeling—only Jezebeth

even had a chance to respond, Waylan aimed a

appeared. He tried to capitalize on the opportunity to launch his own

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

That was his target.

Bang—!

the air and kicked down. It was right at the moment when Ren's hand was about to press the hilt of the sword, and after the kick

disappeared from Ren's view shortly after that

with his free hand and extended it in front of

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