As the crack got closer, gigantic shadow hands rose from the depths like a demonic invitation, aiming to pull him into it.
"Hey hey!" Eliron yelled as he jumped back.
The hang grabbed onto his shirt and Wliron took it off, watching as it was pulled right into the fissure.
This was meant to be a spar, not a morbid trip to meet Lucifer!
Swish!
Elrion unleashed the same spell he has used countless times, a single wind strike, only for it to burst apart on contact with the arm.
He blinked.
"Oh…"
Bang!
He managed to jump away in time as the first hand cracked into the floor, sending a low tremor through the ground.
"Don't tell me you thought that trick would always work?" Estelle was waving her staff in the air, controlling the path of the arms.
She spoke so calmly like she was not the one that summoned the limbs trying to bury him alive.
"Well, I was hoping it would.."
