Chapter 262: Power of an Array
As the light of the fifth-circle array fell upon him, Vithrass dove aside, gathering his mana in a defensive magical technique. His face was pale and his tail stiff, surprise coloring every corner of his expression.
"Impossible!" he gasped, "You’re only fourth level!"
I took a deep breath, ignoring his question and soaking in the power emanating from the spell. "Blade Ward."
The spell resolved with another flash, bathing me in the comforting golden light of Fate Magic. A translucent, glimmering shield solidified around me, forming a sphere that felt as solid as the ancient mountains of Heartland themselves.
"The hell?" Vithrass asked, bewildered. Slowly, the panic drained away, replaced by a cruel, mocking grin. "A shield? I don’t know what the hell you’re trying to do, but do you think such a pathetic imitation can withstand an attack from the real deal? I’m a true fifth-level, remember?"
He emphasized his words by releasing his full aura, filling the room with an awful pressure. Ror shivered and choked, his already labored breaths forced, and blood oozed down his body, dripping onto the floor. I felt a shudder run through me, and my eyes narrowed.
"Fable," I urged softly, my eyes returning to Vithrass.
The demon tapped his ring and his cruel, curved long sword appeared in his hand. "Let’s get this farce over with. Don’t worry, I won’t kill you, not when there’s so much we still have so much to do together."
Fable lunged forward with blinding speak, leaving a blur of silver in his wake. Vithrass raised his sword defensively, mustering another defensive magical technique, but his efforts fell flat as Fable streaked to his side.