ZIP!
A thin beam of absolute darkness shot from my mouth as I unleashed the spell, grazing the High Inquisitor's cheek and drawing blood.
But that wasn't all, and Marcellus and Valtor knew it.
[Light Displacement]
[Light Displacement]
The two of them teleported away before the beam could devour everything within its radius and erupt in a violent explosion.
"What the hell was that!?"
Valtor faltered as he teleported to the edge of the circular arena, raising both palms while two spell circles beside his head swirled, ready to unleash the formulas he had prepared.
"Arden..."
"Let me take care of him."
I answered with a smile, wiping away a drop of spit that had flown from my mouth when I unleashed the spell.
"You sure...?"
"I'm more than sure."
Marcellus nodded, then stepped back out of the arena. Before leaving, he gave one final warning, and it was clear he meant it.
"Don't kill him."
"No promises."
