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!?