Chapter 64

Standing amidst the remains of seven demons, Abel shook his wand, checked it, and nodded in satisfaction. Years of wand-making experience had equipped him with an exceptional method for repairing his wand. The repair quality exceeded his expectations, nearly restoring it to its original condition. It resembled the undamaged wand, like Shenfeng Wuying, which tends to be black, and the wand's neutral magical nature was fully usable.

Of course, the wand still couldn't withstand the force of excessively powerful dark magic, and no matter how well it was repaired, its limitations remained.

Walking to the edge of the subspace, Abel pressed his hand against the water curtain, gauging its intensity and flow. After some time, he shook his head, realizing he found no way to escape this realm.

A strong attack was futile against this subspace; unless he could eliminate the extended medium of the water magic—essentially the water itself—there would be no escape. Evaporating or freezing such a vast amount of water was beyond his capabilities. The only option he saw was to utilize the fierce fire curse, but that would destroy his wand completely, severely diminishing his strength and self-protection abilities. Abel hesitated, contemplating whether he truly wanted to take that risk.

Moreover, he understood that his ability to control the fierce fire curse had limitations. If he lost control of his wand, he would be at the mercy of the summoned hellfire, which could pose a danger to himself as well.

Thus, to break free from this predicament, he needed to find a way to confront the Water Demon directly.

Staying put and waiting for the situation to unfold was never an option for Abel. While it might have been the safest course, he could easily find himself facing a wave of demons sent by the Water Demon or the Witch Heart Demon. Such uncontrollable circumstances were his least favorite.

Gululu...

In the silence of the subspace, the sudden sound of water echoed ominously.

Abel turned to see a hideous face formed of water emerging from the depths of the subspace—it was the face of the Water Demon.

The Water Demon first surveyed the corpses of its fallen kin before unleashing a furious roar at Abel. The water curtains surrounding him rippled violently, and a sharp claw made of water lunged toward him.

Boom!

Abel's body erupted into a cloud of black smoke, allowing him to evade the attack. While apparition couldn't help him escape the subspace, it enabled him to maneuver through the air, dodging the Water Demon's claws.

As he avoided the strikes, Abel focused on the Water Demon's visage. He realized that this divided subspace was composed entirely of the Water Demon's essence. If the water curtains were indeed part of the Water Demon, then perhaps he could exploit that connection.

Some magic only needed to strike a specific part of a being to be effective.

Gazing at the snarling face of the Water Demon, Abel made his decision. He would gamble on the fierce fire curse's immense power, understanding it would destroy his wand. However, if he used a slightly weaker form of dark magic, he might be able to retain the wand temporarily and reassess after the battle.

With that resolve, Abel floated into the air, dark smoke swirling around him as he raised his wand and aimed it at the Water Demon's fearsome visage.

"Crucio!"

While the three Unforgivable Curses were among the most powerful in dark magic, their cruelty defined them. In terms of sheer power, other forms of dark magic held their own. Among them, the Crucio was the weakest—far less potent than the Fire Curse—and thus, it was the most suitable choice for Abel.

He also contemplated the Patronus Charm, but his magical talent leaned more toward dark magic. Although he could cast the Patronus, he lacked the proficiency necessary for it to manifest its true power effectively.

Moreover, while the Patronus had strong countermeasures against demons, its current form would not be effective against the Water Demon.

As long as he could strike a part of the Water Demon's essence, the effects of the dark magic would take hold.

The dark green light shot from the tip of his wand. To Abel's surprise, upon striking the Water Demon's face, there was no immediate effect, but dark green ripples spread rapidly across its form.

Before the Water Demon could comprehend what was happening, it was struck by an overwhelming pain that resonated from its very soul. This agony transcended physical suffering, akin to despair—a moment felt like an eternity, a torment so profound that it ensnared its consciousness and rendered it unable to escape.

"WHAT...!"

A soul-wrenching cry erupted from the Water Demon, the water curtains of the subspace trembling violently. In that instant, demons attempting to traverse the water curtains found themselves bisected, their bodies cleaved in half as they perished.

The water curtain convulsed, and the once solid flow of water disintegrated and collapsed until nothing remained.

As torrents of water splashed outward, the mages of Kama Taj and the demons were thrust back into reality.

When the vast flow finally receded, the onlookers were greeted with an unforgettable sight.

Abel stood firm, wand in hand, aimed at the humanoid Water Demon. A dark green light radiated from his wand, piercing through the Water Demon, eliciting a chilling cry that echoed from the depths of its being. Its body became immobilized in an endless cycle of pain, rendered incapable of movement, as it prayed for Abel's mercy, begging for an end to its torment.

The dynamic had shifted—Abel now stood as the imposing figure of power, while the Water Demon appeared as an innocent victim. The roles had bizarrely reversed, creating a haunting tableau that would linger in the memories of all who witnessed it.