The shift was instantaneous. One moment, the heir was a roaring inferno of malicious authority, flames licking the sky as if he were about to split the world open. The next, his infernal blaze guttered out like a candle in a storm.
The black fire that had devoured the [Divine Bladestorm] winked out. The glaive, still poised at Damon's chest, lowered ever so slightly, its flames shriveling into harmless embers. The heir's pupils, once molten coals, were now flat grey, and lifeless as stone.
The heir's body twitched once, then stiffened. Instead of the powerful attacks that the demon tossed one after the other, the body now raised its hand to cast a simple demonic fire explosion skill.
The aftermath was no doubt deadly, but it was not remotely as powerful as the heir's attack. Damon's grin widened. His shadow clone had done it! It had finally come through for him in the clutch!
He immediately emptied a healing potion and melded into the shadows.
