[Rebel 2]

Aerik launched a blood sphere straight into the front lines—its crimson core exploded, sending two enemy mages flying backward in a shower of steam and gore.

Then—steel.

A sword sliced toward his back.

He spun, barely ducking in time.

CLANG!

The blade scraped off his shoulder;

Aerik twisted, hand glowing red as he retaliated—draining the attacker's blood in one brutal flash.

No time to breathe.

Shhhk! Shhhk! Shhhk!

A barrage of ice lances screamed toward him.

He cursed, jumped, and threw up a blood-forged shield just in time.

Then the earth erupted.

BOOM!

The blast hurled him like a rag doll—he hit the mud hard, rolled, coughed blood.

"Shit—shit—shit!"

Panic clawed into his chest now.

Where the hell are you, Devil!?