Awakening: Book 1 of the Vanquisher Series [GxG]

7b

“I’m fine.”

Pheera clawed herself out of the rubble, completely covered in dust. A mist of white and blue energy shrouded her body like s blanket as she wiped the blood dripping from her mouth.

Narvari exhaled heavily. She was so relieved Pheera was alright she didn’t even question how she had survived.

“Don’t be rash,” said Azmel. “Don’t just charge at the demon. I just got a reading from the xuul and it’s fifth-order. I don’t know how a wraith lord ordered up, but I’m betting it had something to do with the thing it just drank.”

“Face me, Little Shar,” the demon roared. “Will you keep hiding behind these weaklings like a pathetic little child? I thought you were the descendant of the mighty Erasmus Shar.” The demon laughed. “Tell me, what was it like, hearing the screams of your people as my demons consumed their souls? It was music to my ears.”

Narvari gripped her fist. This was the demon responsible for all the horrors that had befallen her beloved town? This demon was the reason why her grandmother was dead, why Jimbaga was dead?

You will pay for this.

Another explosion went off and Narvari was sure that it was one of those strange guns those demon hunters were using. Except that neither Pheera nor Azmel had used their guns.

The demon slowly turned around. Narvari saw the third demon hunter, the shortest of the three. His gun was relatively smaller, closely resembling a pistol. No, three pistols combined with a single grip. Purple energy poured from the triple barrels of the gun and consumed the demon. The demon was unfazed.

The short demon hunter fired his gun continuously.

“Okay, what the hell.” His eyes widened.

“Yanvirrak, it’s no use. It’s fifth-order,” Azmel said.

“But the mission says only first-order demons were here.” Narvari sensed the panic in Yanvirrak’s voice. “We should call for backup. I’ll call for backup.”

“Calm down, will you?” Azmel’s gun disappeared from his hand. Thick silver fluid emanated from his body covering him like a silver blanket. “Get behind me, both of you.”

Yanvirrak and Pheera did as they were told.

The smugness on the demon’s face paled as the silver fluid around Azmel’s body morphed into arrows. A shower of arrows, as if released by an entire army of archers, raced toward the wraith lord. The demon continuously leaped out of the way with a swiftness that could only be described as the wind.

But Azmel was even swifter and more graceful with his movements. Whenever the arrow fell somewhere else other than the demon, it simply disappeared. The wraith lord screeched when a few of the arrows impaled him from the back effectively decreasing his momentum.

Blood as black as coal dripped out of the demon.

Thin threads of silver fluid seeped out from the fingers of Azmel’s right hand. The threads flew after the demon and connected themselves to the arrows impaling him.

Azmel balled his right fist and the demon froze instantly. With a simple tug of his hand, the demon dangled up in the air as though being controlled by a puppeteer. Azmel hammered the demon into the ground. A tremor tore through the earth lasting only a few seconds.