Lucian looked up. Through the settling dust and lingering firestorm, Kyra stood in the center of the newly formed, glassy crater.
Her armor was cracked in places, tendrils of smoke rising from her hair and shoulders. A thin trickle of dark blood ran from the corner of her lip. She had actually been injured too!
While it didn't seem like a grave injury, the blood on her lips made Lucian sigh in relief, she wasn't invulnerable after all.
The demoness eyes locked in on him. Her eyes was narrowed, no longer containing the expression of being amused.
The predatory in her gaze intensified. "You... survived?"
There was a hint of disbelief in her tone. Then her lips peeled back in a malevolent snarl, revealing elongated fangs.
"And you managed to hurt me."
Lucian stood straight up like a rode, Dragon Soul Devourer materializing back in his newly formed hand. He felt the familiar drain from the Amulet's activation.
