Angele raised his hand. A portion of the floating metal liquid quickly formed into a shell-shaped barrier in front of him.
He began invoking strange incantations. The words were simple, yet it didn’t seem to belong to any known language.
The temperature around Angele rose. Heat waves became visible in the air, bringing mysterious distortions into the black smoke.
Angele nearly finished the incantation as the smoke approached.
*DING*
Suddenly, Angele’s face turned pale and his body trembled. The heat disappeared within seconds as his incantation was interrupted.
As he failed to finish casting the spell, he watched as the black smoke tried to engulf him whole. Thanatophobia crept into depths of his mind. His body had become paralyzed. Now, there was nothing else he could do.
*CHI*
The black smoke amassed together. Angele’s silver barrier and the revolving knives began dropping onto the ground as if it was raining.
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