After that, Ketal relentlessly continued his assault on the fortress.0

He would gather his Myst, condense it into a single devastating strike, and slam it against the dark wall. When he reached his Myst limit, he would retreat, recover until he was refreshed, and then resume his attacks all over again. This process repeated, day and night, a cycle of destruction and recovery, pressure and release. Each round, Ketal’s movements grew more efficient, his control over the Myst tightening.0

The result was simple: Carbarax was being driven to desperation.0

Every moment was a struggle for him. He poured everything into defending against Ketal’s attacks, using every ounce of cunning and demonic power to keep Ketal from reaching the heart of the fortress. Each time he managed to restore the wall, Ketal would reduce it to dust once more. Onlookers, watching the cycle of devastation, began to feel almost sorry for the demon. It was as if a cruel fate had singled him out for punishment, and Ketal was the judge, jury, and executioner.0

Also, through this process, Ketal was evolving.3

At first, it had taken him several minutes to gather enough Myst for a single punch. Now, he could gather the same force in less than ten seconds. The number of times he could unleash his full strength before reaching his limit had also increased noticeably. His mastery of Myst was accelerating at a rate that...0