Fire and Steel — Nem and Di'or's Trial
Nem and Di'or ascended into the fifth tier, the air thick with the stench of demonic energy. Shadows coiled around them, tendrils of black magic attempting to strike from every direction. Di'or leaped forward, striking with every ounce of her strength, her movements a deadly dance of precision and power.
Nem's expression remained relaxed, amusement in his eyes as he watched her. He barely moved, yet when Di'or was suddenly cut, he acted in an instant. Raising a single hand, he initiated a spell so powerful that the surrounding demons were obliterated in a wave of energy that shimmered and twisted in the air.
Di'or's eyes widened in disbelief. "How…?"
"Keep up," Nem said lightly, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Or stay behind."
Together, they advanced through the fifth trial, leaving devastation in their wake, the path ahead clear for those who could survive the coming obstacles.