'White Ladies are weak to fire. According to the gazillion books I consulted recently, they burn like gasoline. I don't know what kind of relationship these two have, but if they coordinate their attacks I'll be in a pinch. I must even the field.' Lith thought.
The Mage Slayer ignored the White Lady's grievances and jumped at Lith's spell, incapable seeing past the meal served in front of itself. Lith dispelled his air dome and struck with the Gatekeeper sword infused with darkness magic, the only element Mage Slayers couldn't feed upon.
The creature was unable to scream, but its eyes went wide as the enchanted metal pierced through the orange gas, creating a gaping hole the size of a soccer ball on its chest for a split second.
'Solus, wasn't his heart supposed to be there?' Lith asked. Their vengeful heart was the source of all the powers a Mage Slayer had and also their weak point. Only a physical weapon could destroy it, but finding it wasn't easy.
