The swords howled.
The winds howled.
Melted stones crashed into one another.
The sounds of the rising and falling waves of magma filled the Death Arena.
And the roars of excitement and madness of the demons filled the Death Arena as they watched this spectacle.
As for Simon, he did not share any sort of excitement at all.
He looked around, his eyes scanning and taking note of everything around.
The tornado of flaming swords behind him, and the waves of magma in the air.
The air was now difficult to breathe in, and he had to increase the quantity of demonic energy coating his body to prevent his robes and even hair from catching on fire.
This was the power of a Sovereign Artifact. An artifact that was meant to be wielded by Greater Demons.
And what some of the audience don't realize is that even with Blackblade pouring so much of his demonic energy into the Sovereign ranked blade, he was still not bringing out the full potential of the blade.
