Chapter 213: Interlude - Amarena - Part 1
Traveling alone during a Heavenswar was suicide for most demons, but not for Amarena.
She liked being able to set her own pace. To pick her own fights.
Like the fight she was having with a pyrean murderhorn.
The monstrous form of a former unicorn, the beast before her was a massive specimen, clearly marked by the magics of its snowy yet volcanic environment.
Amarena chuckled to herself, her hands tensing around the handle of her sword as the murderhorn lowered its head, a swelling of mana rising to its very tip before a shrieking, billowing cone of flame flew toward her.
Amarena’s initial temptation was not to dodge. After all, what was mundane fire compared to the heat of hell? But at the last moment she spotted the hint of blue at the center of the cone, a deadly beam of magical ice had been hiding within the cone, and following her instincts led her to drop to her side as the blast of magic passed where she had been.
With a fast scramble, she managed to stay ahead of the magic as the murderhorn started to turn its head.
Her head start, however, didn’t last long, and the flame-ice magic began to close on her. As soon as she felt the heat touch her tail, Amarena swore and tapped into her magic.
All at once, the world slowed. Amarena’s mavenry was a pure expression of speed, and she used it to turn her steps inward, toward the monster before striking off its head with an upward slice of her battered, chipped, yet sharpened sword.