As the caravan began its slow journey down the winding dirt path, Max sat quietly in the cart as it creaked along the dirt path, the sounds of wheels grinding over rocks and beasts snorting in rhythm fading into the background.
His mind, however, was far from still.
There was one problem that kept resurfacing—one that felt more urgent the stronger he became.
Infernal energy.
He could hold it in his body. That had already been proven when he survived the sealing pit and emerged stronger than ever. His body, unlike most humans, possess natural affinity to infernal energy thanks to his Unholy Trinity Physique. But there was something fundamentally flawed in the way he possessed it.
Unlike mana—which had a clear source, like a golden core that circulated energy in this case mana naturally through the body—infernal energy had no such anchor.
