Near the fallen gates of the Secondary Ring.
The silence that followed Velrith's words only lasted a few seconds.
Filch sprinted, not towards the demons... but sideways. His hand dragging along the ground as he sprinted. Stone spikes erupted in a diagonal line from his fingertips.
They too were not aimed at the demons, but instead at the crumbling building to their left. The wall groaned as the spikes from the earth attacked it and then collapsed.
A cascade of stone and broken timber crashed down toward the three demons in an avalanche of rubble.
It wasn't meant to harm them, it was rather just a means to scatter them.
Velrith stepped aside with a single unhurried movement, like a man avoiding a puddle. The debris crashed into the space he'd occupied a heartbeat before and raised a cloud of dust that swallowed the alley whole.
