The mage cast another Blood Magic spell.
This one was rather straightforward, a projectile that resembled a flying glob of blood, boosted in damage and potency by the other Shadow Mage's sacrifice just a moment ago.
She could hear Isabella yelling out her name and could see the kitsune trying desperately to cast a spell out of the corner of her eye.
Even as fast as she was, it didn't seem like she'd be able to do so in time.
Raven closed her eyes, bracing herself for the agony of the blade piercing her flesh.
But the pain never came.
Instead, a gust of wind slammed into the mage, sending him flying up. He hit the wall above him with a sickening crunch, his blade clattering to the ground.
Raven's eyes snapped open, her heart pounding in her chest.
She looked up to see a familiar figure standing over her, her hand outstretched and her eyes blazing with calm fury.
