Mira shot forward first while holding her dagger, despite Azel shouting at her to stand back.
She still did it anyway.
"Release." The word came out as both command and prayer.
She threw her dagger at the seven-foot devil with all her strength. It shot through the air like a bullet, spinning end over end.
Bael'zaroth raised his hand casually to catch it, his fingers closing around the blade with contemptuous ease.
However, when he did, what followed was the release of everything she had reaped so far.
Hundreds of daggers materialized in the air around him, all formed from the souls she'd collected. They spun through the air in a deadly spiral before descending upon him from every angle, attempting to pierce his skin from all sides simultaneously.
They broke the moment they touched his body.
Every single blade shattered like glass against stone, the fragments falling uselessly to the floor with metallic tinkling sounds.
