Everything was as usual inside the castle.
After returning, he had handed over all defense and administrative duties to Ed and Evan, while he himself entered a state of intense training.
The world-destroying might of that Thunderbolt was like a whip lashing fiercely at his heart.
Was he afraid?
Yes.
But more than fear, it was an ignited desire—a craving for a higher level of Power.
In this world, without Power, one could only let so-called "natural disasters" decide their fate, not even qualifying to be a pawn in the game.
He focused his mind, guiding the potent Fighting Spirit within him to wash over his meridians and bones again and again.
The Fighting Spirit resonated with the Power in his body.
Lying dormant was merely preparation for a more violent eruption.
Meanwhile, in the Hill Giant Camp not far from Black Stone Castle, the atmosphere was rather tense.
