The moment the Throne of Darkness exploded like glass, extremely bright flashes of white light erupted from it, causing Demien to raise his hands in front of his eyes as he formed a frown.
He moved, feeling part of his being burned under the powerful white light. He quickly formed large mirrors around him to defend himself.
Demien's mirrors reflected some of the searing brightness coming from where the throne was, but imitating an element he didn't have was difficult. Faced with the purest form of light, the vampire felt his mirrors tremble as his counterattack failed to weaken the enemy.
'What is this?' he asked himself as a cocoon of mana formed around him, protecting his body and soul from the onslaught of light.
Pulling the layers of protection around his eyes, he looked in the direction of the Throne of Darkness, where a Throne of Light now illuminated Vicente's realm of darkness.
