The spell collided with the demon's forearm and detonated.
White light erupted outward, so intense it could have turned night to day. Everyone in the clearing had to shield their eyes from the blinding flash. The fallen warriors covered their faces, crying out in surprise.
Arthur didn't look away. His eyes widened as he witnessed what was happening.
"Jasmine did this...?"
Where the light touched the demon's skin, it bubbled and hissed. Its obsidian arm was actually cracking, white light pouring from the fissures. The demon shrieked—not in mockery but genuine pain—as it staggered backwards.
Arthur could see the ball of light had done damage that it shouldn't have been possible to inflict. Although not life-threatening, it was damage no one below level 18 should be able to cause. Her skill was incredibly powerful.
The demon regained its footing, staring at its damaged arm with shock.
