RAFEL COULD SEE THE GEEK BOY squirm around in the monster's throat. The sight of it was disturbing. Rafel had seen Moloch's pythons swallow whole aurochs in the Hel Amphitheater for the pleasure of the demon crowd; many devils would grab onto their horns in awe and cheer—just as the Romans did with the lions and Judeans, but a living, breathing boy?
It was altogether a different matter.
Rafel knew he had just seconds before the boy stopped his struggling and died from suffocation.
He didn't know if his Mana Core was yet potent enough and released from the curse of the [Dark Spectre] dagger to pull from, but he did. The alive boy inside the basilisk's throat didn't have the time to spare a system's check. Rafel tried first to conjure a ball of [Helfire]. His plan was to blast the damn serpent's throat open.
Nothing happened in his open palm. Not even a spark.
Shite.
