After his power surged, Eldric ached for a true test of strength—a chance to measure his newfound might against a worthy rival.
Yet he'd searched in vain for proper opponents. That scuffle during the Logan Family divorce had been nothing but a one-sided thrashing against Demontae.
The man knew some street-fighting moves, but after Eldric reached Qi Refining Level 1? The gap became a canyon. Demontae might as well have been a moth attacking a hurricane.
Pathetic. A single casual kick sent him sprawling. Under Eldric's assault, Demontae became a living sandbag—no defense, just pitiful flailing.
Not a fight. Just disciplining a yapping mutt.
Now? This was different. Demontae had brought real combatants. Their skill level? Still a mystery. But finally, a true battle.
He hungered for riva
