Logan looked at his tail, momentarily out of ammo. He clicked his tongue and turned his gaze back toward the demon king, Vrozakul—who had only one injured arm, and even that was barely a graze.
[What do you think, Myriad? Being long-lived, you should be able to come up with a few ideas, right?] Logan asked.
The ancient Leviathan didn't respond right away.
[Look, kid, you didn't even warn me before you tried this merging thing. I'm still figuring out what I'm supposed to do. Sorry, but I was too busy looking around this body to understand what was happening outside. As for that demon—or half-demon—it's simple. Pray for the Light Spirit's blessing. I bet you've never even tried, and that's why you're so weak. You're relying on leftover power the crystals absorbed, not the true strength the spirits control.]
[Of course, doing that gives them more power over you—your actions, your choices. Why do you think I hid for so long? Just to laze around?]
