Brian, the Sword God, had been leveling up at a massive and fast pace. He felt extremely dissatisfied with himself—he had been unable to protect Elizabeth. Instead, he was the one who needed saving. She had almost lost her life because of him, just because he was weak.
"Hey, slow down, man. You need to take it easy, or you'll run out of stamina and jeopardize yourself," Stagnant Water called out to the distracted Sword God. But Brian was too far gone, his focus solely on getting stronger and killing demons to grow stronger.
"More, more, more!!!" The desperation on his face was clear. Slashing, stabbing, spinning, and kicking, Brian's concentration was at its peak. Truly, he felt like a war god.
Stagnant Water watched in awe. "Wow, he's this good? I guess all he needed was a little push to tap into his potential." For some reason, Stagnant Water was interested in the man Brian would become after finally achieving his potential.