The stench of burnt wood mixed with sulfur, filled the caves and deepened Prince Ninth's disgust.
"What is this?" he muttered. How could a sorcerer stoop so low? "Just you wait..." he declared. Suddenly, a blinding light sped towards him. To others, it might have seemed swift, but to him, it was as clear as the usual attacks from most blood sorcerers.
"Simple attacks won't succeed against me!" he exclaimed, gesturing as more black ink needles floated before him.
"Hehehehehe... it appears a demon has arrived this time," chuckled the voice of an older man.
