Rash'alon's eyes narrowed. "You still defy me? You are bound by oath, and soon, your soul. None in this realm can help you now. Not even your precious–"
The demon's eyes widened, and it recoiled, gaining a dozen yards of distance. A blade, black as midnight, tore through the space he'd been standing in, so sharp it cut the darkness itself.
Scarcely had I registered the sword when the shockwave struck, a storm of mana capable of destroying a city. A figure materialized in front of me, breaking the brunt of the wave with his own body. Eddies of power rippled around him, tearing at my hair and clothes, lacing me with dozens of tiny cuts and bruises. It squeezed my insides, driving more blood up my throat.
