He braced the launcher against his shoulder, exhaled slowly, and locked onto the weak point with absolute focus.
The targeting reticle, projected directly into his vision by the weapon's own enchantments, glowed a steady crimson.
He pulled the trigger.
A single mana explosive launched from the barrel with a deep, resonant thump.
The projectile streaked forward in a blazing arc of violet-black energy, trailing a comet-like tail of shadow and fire.
It passed through the hairline crack in the storm like a needle threading silk, vanishing into the eye of the tempest.
The Oni's golden eyes widened in sudden realization.
"Shit!" he bellowed, panic cracking his voice for the first time.
He twisted his hands in a desperate bid to redirect the projectile with a final gale, but it was already too late.
The mana explosive detonated at point-blank range inside the storm's calm center.
