Closing his eyes, Max slowed his breathing, calming his mind. He extended his senses outward, allowing the Infernal Energy inside his body—and more importantly, the power of his Infernal Demon Tattoo—to reach out like invisible tendrils. Following that he took out the Abyss Devouring Sword too, sensing the evil energy from it.
Carefully, he began to trace the faint familiarity of the aura he had detected, connecting it with the subtle resonance that the corrupted Infernal Energy stirred within him.
It was like following the scent of smoke after a fire long extinguished, delicate and difficult, but Max could feel it... he was close, so close to finding the hidden rot inside the tower—
But just as he was about to truly grasp it, the air before him split open with a sudden sharpness, like glass cracking under a heavy blow.
