CLANG!
Daemon's blade slammed against the tortoise's shield again and again and again.
CRACK! BAM! CRACK!
But no matter how hard he struck, the ancient glyphs shimmered and held firm. The shield didn't break.
Daemon gritted his teeth. Sparks flew as Nyxtriel's blade clashed against the barrier with blinding force.
Still no give.
Until something in him shifted.
A familiar burn crawled up his spine.
Nyxtriel felt it instantly.
That power... he's tapping into it again.
Her sword form began to glow not golden, but deep crimson, like blood laced with fire. Demonic energy surged into the blade, twisting the air around it. The metal hissed, pulsing with raw, unstable magic.
The ground beneath Daemon cracked open. The entire dungeon shook violently.
Wind screamed through the chamber, ripping at the walls. Varian shielded his face, stumbling backward.
"Okay what the hell is that?!"
Daemon's eyes snapped open bright red, glowing like burning coals.
