Damian shifted the 20 laser beams in a circle around him as the beam of hellfire slowed down and ended. It was on purpose—the mana cost of hellfire was not small at all. The 20 lasers had also emptied the 10% liquid mana from the 30% he had left over after filling the defense barrier pillars.
Damian pulled out his pitch-black spear with a red, sharp tip. His soul-bound spear was the only weapon that could handle the mana strain of constant use, but even this seemed to have its limits. Enveloped in his dark aura, the spear was reinforced and spat devastating burning flames all around with such intensity that it melted flesh and snow in seconds—even before making contact.
