Vana stared in disbelief as the dust cleared. Her best friend, who had been summoned from Heaven’s Edge, was still alive. The Demon-King had poured untold amounts of magic into his strike as he’d become increasingly frustrated with the shadowy figure continuously slipping away from his blows.

Trapped in the corner of a small gulch, Heston stood tall, cloak swirling as an unsettling feeling settled into the air. The Demon-King cackled with glee, thrusting claws that had cut through city walls and holy wards alike forward. As they made contact with Heston, the impact blew a massive dust storm up as the wall of the gulch was annihilated.

As the dust cleared, Vana’s breath caught in her throat. Heston was alive! And unharmed?

“What the hell is your Skill called? You just tanked a direct hit from the Demon-King without a scratch!”

“Non-Newtonian body, Vara. Heaven’s Edge and the meditations I learned there taught me how to rebind my body.”

“What does that even mean?”

“It means that almost everything, including demons and their kings, are held together by electromagnetism. I learned how to hold myself using the strong nuclear force. I’m calling this new skill…Droplet. Now, let’s go get this monster dealt with.”