"Nova blast!"
Casting the spell in a wide cone greatly diminished its power, but he wanted to guarantee an impact.
It was already orders of magnitude greater than what was needed to vaporize a person's body.
And nothing was what he saw when the light finally faded. Just empty air and wisps of dark vapor that -
"Remarkable little spell..." The demon Duke began to pull together out of dark disparate drops. "So little mana, yet so powerful... Perhaps thou thinkest none can match ye, metatron."
How?!
Something crashed into Kir's left arm, breaking through his magic shields and snapping bone as it sent him flying.
He caught a glimpse of Kainur's mace, held in a disembodied hand, as he forced himself to reorient through the pain.
