Lugh, who had been saturating his circuits with energy from the dead, steadied himself, his legs shaking as he forced his body to stand.
The battle had taken its toll, but what truly unsettled him was what he had witnessed.
Dimensional warping, magic of the highest caliber. She hadn't dodged the bullets, she had phased through them. And most likely, she had done the same with the sword.
He couldn't understand it. The farther a magical spell deviated from natural laws, the greater the toll on the user.
Yet she had done something so extreme repeatedly, acting as if she had dodged the bullets when in reality, she just slipped through them.
There had to be a trick to it. And even if Lugh couldn't decipher it, he had just the tool for striking immaterial targets.
His grip on the invisible blade tightened as he pulled out the two enchanted daggers. To anyone else, it would seem like he had merely raised a single weapon.
