The shockwave ripped through the cavern, shattering the last of the ancient runes and splitting the stone floor like glass.
But right at this time, another attack landed on Damon. A strange purple beam, one that had golden symbols etched on it, slashed at him from behind.
A smile appeared on Aiden's face, but the next second, the Damon in front of him became a mess of shadows, and another Damon appeared right behind him.
"You are a strange guy with a strange power, aren't you? What exactly is your real class?" Damon calmly asked.
Aiden froze mid-smile. The shadows around him twisted like living smoke, and before he could even turn, a cold hand pressed against the back of his neck.
"How…?" Aiden rasped, half-turning. The purple energy sputtered in his hand like a dying flame. Blood tendrils covered him from top to bottom, not letting him make even a single move.
