Damian just stared at the widespread black fire burning every single monster completely. There were no ashes—even bones, rocks, or metals didn't survive the abyssal dark flames.
What in the hell was that thing?
Damian couldn't even recognize most sections of the multiple runic circles. There was something about soul-damaging attacks, a bit of chaos element—something like that target spell, but targeted differently. Though there were light element runes in it, they were selecting runic combinations, and there were even bits of space-bending runes.
Now that was terrifying, to say the least.
