The Name That Should Not Have Appeared

The black-clad assassins had not expected this at all. By the time one of them noticed the Flowing Light Spell, it was too late to dodge. Sparks flew from his entire body as he was blasted away!

Since all his defensive measures had been prepared for close-quarters combat, the spell's effects suffered no reduction whatsoever. By the time he hit the ground, the hall was already filled with the smell of charred flesh.

Seeing this, the other man hurriedly channeled his magic power and summoned a pair of enormous palms, broad as fan leaves, to slap toward the darkness.

Those palms seemed even harder than steel. With a thunderous boom, every stone tile on the floor cracked, and the wall was gouged open with a glaring breach from that single blow.

It was hard to imagine that Taxisis had endured such attacks until now.

Yet the Demon Fist Spell Series shared a common weakness.

As a branch of Evocation, its casting range was quite limited, and the caster needed to keep the target in sight throughout the attack. This made it highly effective against melee opponents, especially in contests of strength where it did not lose to Dragonborn, but it was rather stiff when facing nimble spellcasters.

Before the enemy could inspect the results of his double-palmed strike, a searing flame pierced through his waist. The shield around him erupted with dazzling light, yet it still failed to stop the blow—layers of transparent armor shattered until they vanished like bubbles. The violent impact sent him rolling across the ground several times, and the flesh connecting his upper and lower body was reduced to a bloody pulp, as though it had become a wad of cotton with no support left in it.

In less than five breaths, the situation had been