Chapter 66. Mana Domain
Valtharion’s voice was a low growl. "Now I see why they want you dead. You are really the Ruler’s Prophecy."
He lunged, a blur of shadow and steel, his mangled hand no weakness. His greatsword sliced through the air, shadows trailing like hissing snakes. Leo vanished in a blue flash, pure speed, his spear screaming with lightning as it stabbed at Valtharion’s ribs.
CLANG!
The demon twisted, blocking with his blade, runes glowing bright. The clash sent a shockwave that shattered rocks, Valtharion’s arm shaking.
Leo became a storm, blinking in and out—behind, above, below—each spear strike a thunderclap, lightning exploding in wild, blue arcs, lighting the glade like a firework show.
[Time remaining: 130s]
Valtharion roared, the sound shaking the ground, gripping his greatsword with both hands. He swung upward, a huge slash that sent a wave of shadow mana ripping into the sky, splitting clouds of ash. Leo jumped back, the attack tearing a deep crack in the earth.
He flipped mid-air, throwing his spear like a lightning bolt, its trail blazing bright, then vanished, appearing behind.
Valtharion, eyes wild. Block this, bastard! he thought. But a giant shadow hand burst from the ground, grabbing the spear mid-flight, its purple eyes glowing with rage.
Two shadow wraiths crawled from the earth, one holding the spear, the other charging Leo. Its claws tore into his chest, ripping his shirt, blood spraying. Leo roared, pain fueling him, he raised his hand which summoned from item space, and swung his hunting knife, slamming it into the wraith’s head with a gross crunch.
Lightning poured through the spear, blue bolts the second wraith flinched, dropping the spear. Leo grabbed it, thrusting into the wraith’s chest, lightning blasting it to mist.