Azriel looked up in shock toward the frozen rooftop where Nol stood.
All around them, threads stretched through the air—a web so intricate that Azriel couldn't even tell where it began. But he could see where it ended: each strand wound tightly around the demon and the abyssal.
Then, in an instant, the strings binding the abyssal snapped. The ones coiling around the demon erupted into flame. Fire raced outward along the web, until Azriel found himself surrounded by it—a lattice of burning threads.
It was strangely beautiful.
And just as suddenly, the strings melted away, and the fire vanished.
"Woah! Awesome!" Nol's voice rang out, brimming with the joy of a child. He glanced from the demon to the abyssal, then leapt down from the roof and strode toward Azriel.
"Master! This is what you've been doing all this time? This is so cool! Fighting an abyssal and a demon at the same time—you even injured both!"
