The golden sun glanced over the distant sand fields with a shimmering ray, which illuminated a tall, handsome male above six feet six inches. The man held a thick, iron pole above his head while shirtless. His sweat profusely dripped from his muscles each time he performed a strike.
After dealing with Nerim's jealousy, he came to the backyard of the hotel, hidden from the main street and started training his body, like he did every morning.
"Hah!"
Asmodeus gathered the mana, divine aura and abyssal energies into one collective swirl inside his stomach. The force created a strong suction, causing muscles, flesh and organs to contort and tighten each time he moved.
'A little more weight!'
This weapon was crafted by Logan in the past, created with raw metals and scraps with a high base weight. As such, the two-metre pole weighed 50 kilograms or 110 lbs in the empire's measurement system.
Swoosh!
Sweat, salt and other minerals flung into the air as he struck once again.
