Uriel continued to observe, quietly.
He threw more and more beasts at Samael, varying in their types, elements, and abilities. He didn't give him any moment of rest and only subtly helped him replenish his core.
The sun had begun to rise over the horizon, and its plumes of golden light slowly made their way into the bloody arena.
By now, Uriel could say he understood Wills. Not perfectly, in all evidence, but well enough.
'Elemental Wills let you easily wield Laws of the runic fabric, and Living Wills let you wield Laws of primordial energetic fabric. As expected.'
He nodded to himself. 'It just is the pinnacle of magic and martial arts, in a sense. With my Spirits, I should have access to both, but I don't have any Living Wills yet.'
'But what dictates the extent of Laws you can wield, though?'
From the Wolf Will, he could see Samael had gained access to laws that made him able to regenerate extremely fast, have enhanced battle sense, and possess ridiculous stamina.
