Every challenge was seen as an opportunity by the butcher. It was an opportunity to learn something new.
Eren was trying to learn something about him in the middle of a fight.
The thought transfer between Eren and Alephee was near instantaneous. However, it still took time for the butcher to realize what she was talking about. Alephee decided to squash his remaining doubts as well.
'Intent-driven magic can be influenced by one's emotions and will. But the right way to use intent-driven magic is to cultivate a stronger intent.
A spell intent.
An Ability intent.
A domain intent.
A weapon intent.
Intent-driven magic can augment various aspects of your power. Your soul sense plays a vital role in this augmentation.
However, one needs to align their intent with their reality. That's because your subconscious knows what is feasible for you at the moment. So an intent will never get cultivated if it doesn't match your current reality and the efforts you have invested in it.
Right now you shouldn't think about killing or dominating Demonmir. Your intent should be not to get defeated by him. Your intent should be to safely exit this place without revealing your identity.
Cultivating intent is a higher form of magic– one without rules or restrictions. But that's what makes it more complex, unpredictable, and difficult to use.
Even though I have tried to explain this branch of magic to you, most of its aspects are unexplainable in many ways. That's because intent-based magic is very personal.
When the intent is strong enough, reality bends and magic happens. When the intent is strong enough, the world and the people around you are affected.
When you want something with an unshakable intent, all the universe conspires to help you achieve it.'
Eren finally lost any doubts after listening to Alephee's explanations. He smirked before cultivating an intent for himself in his heart. An intent of not getting defeated by Demonmir. An intent of keeping his identity as the inheritor of the Elder Ichor in the wrap.
Alephee knew that making Eren aware of these things was half the battle won. The latter looked around him and concluded that Alephee was right.
***
Demonmir, on the other hand, was shaken to the core by Eren's performance against him. Not only had he achieved compound elemental fusion but also came out unscathed from battling toe to toe against him.
'This fucking lowlife… I will show him what I got.'
Demonmir looked at Eren with cruel eyes and stepped forward. He decided to finally use his prime demonic powers against his opponent who was making him restless for some reason.
"Stop looking for a way out. There's no escaping me."
Demonmir said with conviction. He decided to cure the restlessness in the heart by eliminating Eren right away– by showing him his absolute might as the vessel for the Demon Prince of Wrath.
Eren was about to try breaking the siege. Just then, he saw Demonmir approaching him. Before he could know what was going on, he felt a familiar feeling hit him.
Demonmir laughed before speaking out in a tone laced with confidence and dominance.
"Get drowned by the waves of wrath hiding deep in your heart, you fucking nuisance.
Mark of the Seven Sins: Domain of Wrath!"
***
Unbeknownst to Eren and Demonmir, Eren's intent started affecting his surroundings as soon as it was created. Even Demonmir was subconsciously influenced to do certain actions that benefit Eren.
Demonmir cast his demonic Ability.
An Abiity that Eren was quite familiar with.
The butcher was too stunned to speak or do anything. In the next moment, a familiar domain was cast with him and Demonmir at the center of it.
The domain also prevented Nina and others from approaching Eren. The trio broke the siege using teamwork and neutralized the infiltrators who blocked them. However, they soon found out that there was something else blocking their way as well.
Unlike Eren, Demonmir didn't have to hide his demonic Abilities. He was known as a demonic ranker by the kingdom of Edinburgh and Layos anyway
Ottoman de Montmorency felt like he had things under control now that his domain had been erected. Instead of attacking Eren directly, he used his demonic powers against him.
Demonmir raised his hands before choosing Eren as his target. In the next moment, Eren felt a very potent wrath mana invading his body.
Instead of getting angry, the butcher felt a new surge of energy coursing through his veins. His stature, muscle density, and overall potential increased. His mana storage was replenished before.
Eren got stronger, faster, and sharper than before because of the wrath mana entering his body. He looked at Demonmir puzzled before asking Alephee.
'Has he lost it? Why is he buffing his enemy?'
Alephee chuckled before answering him immediately.
'That silly goose wanted to turn you into a creature of wrath but empowered you instead.'
Eren realized what Demonmir was up to and cracked up as well. He couldn't defeat or kill Demonmir in this fight. However, he decided to use the opportunity presented to him.
It was as if Demonmir had allowed Eren to use wrath mana right in the open without facing any repercussions. He could blame whatever he was about to do on Demonmir's domain activation.
"Aaaaaargh!"
Eren allowed the wrath mana to influence him with his willingness. He let it partially transform himself. His muscle density increased even further as a result. His limbs became as thick and shapely as Demonmir's. And his mana signature also changed a bit.
The butcher also changed into his berserker class to better use the wrath mana he had been given the opportunity to use. As a result, his transformation was especially eye-catching.
Tribal tattoos appeared on Eren's arms, legs, and chest. His hair changed from black to white. His emerald green eyes turned icy blue. It looked like he was a berserker with a shredded body.
One had to note that this was a wrath mana summoned by a Master ranker. As such, it was in a league of its own. So the boost in body stats Eren received from Demonmir's wrath mana was higher than what he could have done on his own.
'Hm? There's something wrong. This is no creature of wrath. What… What kind of creature is this?'
Questions buzzed in Demonmir's mind like a school of bees.
