The monster turned. For a split second, the human part of its face flickered—almost recognition. Then the smirk returned.
"Still alive?" Ivaan's voice was twisted now, deeper, multi-toned. "Persistent as ever."
Damien didn't answer. Aquila screeched, diving. Wind essence spiraled around its talons as it slashed downward.
Ivaan raised his hand, catching the strike barehanded. The air imploded between them.
The explosion sent shockwaves rippling through the city again.
Aquila screeched in pain as black tendrils wrapped around its wings, forcing Damien to leap free midair. He hit the ground, rolled, and launched himself forward with burning feet.
His fist, wreathed in layers of magic essence, connected with Ivaan's chest. The ground ruptured beneath them.
But the general didn't move. He only tilted his head. "Is that all?"
Damien snarled, eyes flashing. "Not even close."
