Chapitre 172: The hidden currents (1)

'What tremendous power!'

Hex kept clenching and relaxing his fists, mesmerized by his increased strength. Hex had never suffered defeat in a real fight. But there were instances where he felt overpowered and won due to sheer willpower and luck. 

Take for instance Tarquin's group. He could go toe on-toe and even match their powers in pure physical aspect but if they went all out, he would suffer. Their energy-filled attack would shatter his defenses. 

But with energy equivalent to more than a thousand drops, he believed he could hold on even if they fought seriously. 

'Having power sure is an addictive feeling.'

The more Hex improved on the path of Blessed, the more he could understand the greed in people's hearts to seek power and control. Hex liked the feeling but didn't lose himself in it. Power was nice but it was a means to a goal. It wasn't his goal in itself.