Chapter 351: Blood and Snow - True Soulstone
"Nova blast!"
Casting the spell in a wide cone greatly diminished its power, but he wanted to guarantee an impact.
It was already orders of magnitude greater than what was needed to vaporize a person’s body.
And nothing was what he saw when the light finally faded. Just empty air and wisps of dark vapor that -
"Remarkable little spell..." The demon Duke began to pull together out of dark disparate drops. "So little mana, yet so powerful... Perhaps thou thinkest none can match ye, metatron."
How?!
Something crashed into Kir’s left arm, breaking through his magic shields and snapping bone as it sent him flying.
He caught a glimpse of Kainur’s mace, held in a disembodied hand, as he forced himself to reorient through the pain.
The droplets of night sky against the day pulled themselves together like a splash of oil in reverse, forming around a core that, for a moment, seemed to hold a jagged shape that was darker than black in his manasight.
"I acknowledge you, metatron. Perhaps the slayer of my son was the lesser opponent..." His form finished. "And yet... thou art so young and weak to have espied the natural laws... who gave such secrets to ye?" The space around the purple stars that were his eyes widened. "Ah, the resemblance... Thou art Maledict’s spawn, yes?" a dark hand brushed along his right temple.
Kir had a wing of white-rooted hairs there. But Maledict’s hair was black. He was initially confused but then he realized what the answer was.