A wave of crimson energy flowed out with the sound of his snapped fingers, phasing harmlessly through everything in its path until it reached its sole target, the infernal devil who had attacked him.
The wave cleaved right through them, severing the entirety of their torso from reality itself.
The two halves of the corpse dropped to the ground, but Evan had already turned away by then, his eyes scanning the top 10 spells on the World Magic list as he clicked his tongue.
"I don't have enough magic power for all of these. Suppose I've got to improvise."
He opened his inventory, reached in, and pulled out three familiar thick wires, quickly attaching them to his right hand.
Caeril, who had glanced in Evan's direction after sensing a familiar wave of magic power, caught sight of the wires connected to his arm, instantly recalling the bomb Evan had more or less threatened them with during his first meeting with Tír Síorghlas' Elders.
