Chapter 252: Summerlands

The demon cocked its bald head, his lips twisted up in a sneer. “You over-estimate your power, human. As long as one bridge remains open, we can all cross, and we will. You stopped nothing. You’ve merely delayed the inevitable destruction of your world. You can’t defeat us.” He lashed out with another burst of power, sending it straight at Rhychard.

The Warrior threw his blade up in front of him, bracing himself with his legs to catch the magic bolt, the power lighting up the vines etched into the edges of the blade, the heat scorching Rhychard’s palms. As soon as the sizzling ceased, he swung again, aiming for the demon’s head, but striking the rotting tree in the distance behind the creature.