The blinding ray of pure white light struck the towering abomination and was extinguished… denied the power to harm it, rather, vanishing without leaving a trace on the grey flesh of the Cursed Demon.
Time and space themselves bent, allowing its enormous mass to draw near Nephis far more swiftly than it should have been able to. Her wings raised a hurricane, sending her flying back, out of the way of countless skeletal limbs that stretched forward, aiming to grab her into a fatal grip.
The world that had let the Cursed Demon pass so swiftly resisted her movement, sapping her momentum and slowing her down. If not for the armor of the Will Nephis had forged for herself, she might not have been able to move at all.
As it was, she barely avoided the dreadful forest of charred hands, slipping away between the Cursed Demon's fingers.
Flying backward, she gritted her teeth.
The abomination had a hundred hands, but Nephis only had one sword.
