466 Impossible Magic (Part 4)

The vampire noticed ice spears and darkness bolts materializing near his opponent. The ground spun underneath Lith's feet in a grand vortex, ready to swallow his enemy.

'Turtle up as much as you want. It takes more than a few hits to injure me, I still have a lot of juice.' Zarran thought while he shot downwards like a bullet.

His blood core empowered his new form to the point that its movements were almost a blur even to Lith's enhanced vision.

Almost.

The moment Zarran turned his back to the array, Lith dispelled Silverwing's Hexagram. His mind was no longer burdened by the need to be in perfect sync with every element that composed the world energy.

All of his spells crackled with new energy as their master's undivided focus flowed into them. The sand exploded upwards, covering the vampire's field of vision and making him slow down for a split second because of the sudden updraft filling his wings.