"What kind of spell was that?" I stammered, panting lightly as I caught Evla again.
She slowed, allowing me to catch my breath. "Just a Gravity Spike, basically changing which direction's down and intensifying the pull."
"How long will it last? What if the demon tells Rash'alon?"
"Unlikely. With how much mana I put in that spear, the demon's body will collapse long before it escapes the spell. "
"Oh."
She said it so casually, like she hadn't condemned a sixth-level demon to death with only a single sixth-level spell. Perhaps finding her trapped in the gate had given me a false impression of her strength, and her vulnerability of her character. She was as cold and ruthless as any of the other apostles.
The demons ahead parted quickly, giving us a wide berth. Evla strode forward with her head high, letting her aura wash over them. It seemed as much to intimidate any who dared object as to hide my presence.
