"HELL ARTS! GLOOM OF SOULS!"
Rafel shouted with this with a strong voice against the waves of auditory destruction heaping at him. His scarlet armor was missing chunks in various places and Peitho had just alerted him to the fact that the [Epic grade Helm] was in real danger of incinerating—with him in it.
This alone was enough to anger the Hel prince.
At his shout, a burst of ghastly purple smoke arose from where he stood. It erupted in an occultic pentagon inside a circle; the infernal rune drew in the sand and frothed pure ash and the billowing smoke. Rafel's true location was blocked out from Alexandra's eyes. She could no longer see where he stood with all the smoke. It began rolling out, enlarging and writhing like fat snakes. This dark tonardo rushed outward for her.
In the smoke stream hurling fumes of pyre magic, she heard evil sounds of laughter.
"Hahahahaha! Beware, princess."
