The odds had shifted, or rather, they had been just the same since the very beginning.
Ashcroft was fighting against time, and Damon was fighting to buy time. This wasn't a battle Damon was supposed to win. It was an endurance match.
However, Damon sought to flip the narrative. One would rule and one would perish.
His maw opened wide with every intent to consume the goblin in front of him, to devour his rotten flesh and make his power his own.
Ashcroft reached into the air, the blade of light forming into a weapon. No, not a blade but a thin point of pure light that traveled at the speed of light itself.
His shadow perception had already registered the shifts within the darkness, but unlike when Evangeline had attacked him with light magic, this was far faster.
By the time he sensed the flash, his body was already pierced by the searing pain.
