Adam purified the contamination gangrening Grum'Thal's stomach inch by inch. His hands now lay on a sunken belly covered in limp skin as if the orc had turned into a goblin wearing a suit way too large for him. If the outward was this difficult to look at, the battle Adam waged inside was even worse.
Demonic energy poured down from the chest. It was a veritable deluge, an invisible tsunami that slammed against Adam's energy. The phoenix spearheading his reconquest rumbled to a halt, feather of qi and mana dissolving into the swelling defender's lines.
For a moment, the phoenix crossed its wings protectively. Then, the circle around Adam, the magical symbols connected to the six magus-ranked cores, the elemental cycles forming the yin and yang at the center of the array—they all blazed with the same defiant grunt Adam let out.
