Chapter 101: Against the Demons
As the sheets of flames enveloped me, a surge of adrenaline-fueled my instincts. My soul pulsed with the unyielding strength of Adaptive Resistance, overpowering the Demon Mage’s spell. The blinding inferno obscured my vision, but I could sense that the Mirror Sphere had also survived, and I exhaled in relief.
Explosions echoed, each more deafening than the last, but they soon faded into nothingness. The two demons, their widened eyes full of astonishment, hesitated. In the eerie silence that followed, the Mirror Sphere released a discordant vibration, and a torrent of magic ruptured its surface, shooting concentrated jets toward the Mage.
"Impossible!" the mage stammered, taking an instinctive step back and summoning a magic shield.
The barrier shattered on impact as the reflected meteor spell engulfed the mage in a shower of light and flame. His agonizing screech pierced through the air, briefly interrupting the intense showdown between Soltair, Trithe, and the Flame Commander. The awful keen persisted, grating on my pointed ears until it dwindled into a faint whimper. As the consuming flames subsided, even the feeble cry vanished.
The mage’s companion was the first to break the silence, staring at the smoldering corpse. "Wha-?"
Fyren shot me a surprised look before seizing the opportunity to taunt, "Not as immune to fire you thought, eh? Consider it a life lesson."
With a wicked grin, he lunged at the demon, his broadsword cutting through the air. Sword lights erupted from his wide swing, tearing at the demon’s scales, causing it to gasp in pain as it evaded the relentless strikes.
Soltair’s cry echoed through the cavern, followed by a tremendous blast of light. My heart raced at the desperation in his voice, and I turned toward him. He launched a series of feverish attacks on the Flame Commander, blasting it with sun magic whenever it tried to win space. Trithe lay crumpled nearby, clutching at her stomach. Her blood gushed through her fingers, evaporating in hisses of scarlet steam as it flowed passed her Fire Shield.
"Trithe!" I cried, rushing to her side. Waves of light radiated from Soltair, but I resisted their might with Adaptive Resistance. I reached Trithe, finding her pale and writhing in pain, blood staining her lips. I grasped her blood-soaked hand and examined her wound.