SCREECH!
Hundreds of green, spectral skulls screamed through the air, their jaws snapping with the hunger of the void. They swarmed like locusts, aiming not just for Damien, but for the gap in the wall behind him, the Queen's chamber.
"Annoying," Damien spat.
He didn't retreat. He spun his sword, the blade coating itself in the thick, black smoke of the Voss family magic.
"Shadow Art: Thousand Needles."
He thrust his hand forward. The shadows cast by the balcony railing suddenly elongated, turning into a barrage of razor-sharp spikes that intercepted the skulls mid-air.
POP! POP! POP!
The skulls exploded on impact, releasing clouds of corrosive green gas.
"Isabelle! Fire!" Damien shouted, jumping back to avoid the acid mist.
"On it!"
Isabelle, standing at the threshold of the shattered window, clapped her hands. A wave of crimson Hellfire rolled out, incinerating the gas instantly.
