His daughter was, after all, Locrias' pride and joy and no one looked funny at Locrias anymore when he asked Lith to modify his weapon to better suit his hands and fighting style.
The Fomor also fully unfurled his feathered wings, draining the surrounding world energy and neutralizing the spells used by the Demons whereas those of the monsters weren't affected.
"You shouldn't have done that!" Locrias' fury rose, every damage to his prized weapon akin to an attempt to his beloved daughter's life.
His maw became filled with Void Flames that yet failed to rise to their usual intensity due to the Fomor's feathers. The Cursed Fire was still hot enough to thaw the ice and set Locrias' body ablaze.
"Wait!" Trion grabbed Locrias' shoulder, discovering that not only were those flames capable of harming him but also that the former captain of the Queen's Corps was about to evolve into an Abyssal Demon without Lith's help.
