Lightning struck where he'd been standing a fraction of a second earlier. Ice shards stabbed through empty air. Binding spells wrapped around nothing.
And while dodging everything thrown at him, The Reaper counterattacked.
His sword moved in arcs that seemed almost lazy, but each cut found a target. Not killing blows—he was deliberately pulling his strikes—but disabling ones. A wing shredded, forcing a succubus to crash-land. A leg slashed, dropping a warrior to the ground. An arm cut, making a mage drop their staff.
Within thirty seconds, half the first wave was down. Not dead, but out of the fight.
"Fire magic," The Reaper said conversationally as he casually sidestepped another barrage. "Lightning. Ice. Binding curses. Pretty standard elemental suite. Let me show you how it's really done."
He raised his hand, and fire erupted from his palm—not normal fire, but flames identical to what the demon mages had been using. Except stronger. More controlled. Perfect in execution.
