Ash felt as though he had been reborn.
His entire body was flooding with unhinged strength, his mana had formed a protective coat around him, and all his senses were flaring.
But that was not all that came with it.
He was livid.
Every single minor emotion was erratic, bouncing in his heart like a wild, caged bird.
As for the anger he felt towards the Wyvern? It had grown so great then he could no longer hold himself back.
The rain came down with a vengeance, soaking the already wet elf as he watched the monster.
'I won't fail again!'
He glanced at Artie's and she nodded, stringing an arrow on her bow.
Whoosh!
Without waiting for any further directions, without thinking of a solid plan, Ash barreled forward like a mad man.
There was no need for a plan, all he needed to do was break the monster in front of him. Overpower it with sheer strength and pound it to a bloody mush!
