My fight was drawing a lot of attention, and the demons heading towards my position had reached the level that was attacking the Adepts
I should have been shaken when the fourth wave hit the eastern wall and pressed against the lip, before spilling over like a tide made from bodies. There should be about five hundred, but with the wave of magic flowing through me, I did not necessarily see numbers, but bodies.
Also, I think the endless waves of warmth pouring into me from the slain demons were making me crazy… maybe a bit.
Despite my body holding up as I unleashed so much power, I know I should be in great pain. I was not totally immune to the ravages of the elements after all, and Lightning Resonance was pushing my lightning infinitely closer to what an Adept was meant to wield.
However, with the relentless waves of warmth flowing into me, the pain and the discomfort were pushed aside, and this became the only sensation that my mind latched onto.
