Poison Mist

Luke had finally understood how he was supposed to use that weapon, now was the time to practice as many attacks as possible. Swinging his sword, the half-wolf launched a quick attack, in one simple slash.

A purple attack shaped like a half-moon flew out of the sword blade. The sound was like that of a blade cutting the air, however, it was also possible to hear a sound of electricity flowing with the attack.

That half-moon decapitated one of the dolls that was behind the ashes of the previous attack. The face of that wooden doll was burned completely, and the smoke rushed from top to bottom until again, there was nothing but ashes.

The power of Sleepy Rain was brutal, its destructive capacity was almost unimaginable. That combination of spells was simply perfect for Luke, a gigantic destructive power with the electric attacks, and an elegant but efficient poison, versatile for sneak attacks.