There was no Ring Arcanist system in this era, and the witch stared at the scene before her in astonishment.
Shade's empty left hand had already assumed a throwing posture. As silver-white lightning gathered, fine patterns crawled over the Thunder Spear.
The howl of the wind drowned out the crack of thunder as he hurled the lightning spear at the black mist beneath the dark sky, but it was easily evaded.
The swirling black mist seemed enraged by the attack. It swooped down again, trying to pounce on Shade's face. But as Shade plunged the Moonbeam Greatsword into the snow surface, a golden shield lit up beneath the pitch-black sky. Bursting streams of golden light forced the black mist back into the air.
In truth, Shade had rarely participated directly in combat in the past. Even fighting the Formless Spawn like last time had been an unusually rare battle. This opponent was a Demon, but it was clearly not very strong. The Tree Father had never sent Shade into past spacetime so that he could defeat enemies like a gladiator. Any enemy appearing in this bizarre space was likewise suppressed by the environment here.
The Moonbeam Greatsword in his hand vanished. As the black mist swooped down again, Shade raised his right hand high amid the wind and snow. The Silver Moon Rune at the center of the enormous Brass Destiny Ring bloomed with light as real as the Silver Moon itself.
Like the god who had stood upon the ridge just now, raising her staff to banish evil, the light at his fingertips drove Shade to call out his wish:
"Light Spell!"
Even though the Silver White Mountain Range suppressed sources of light, the Silver Moonlight that erupted in that instant still illuminated the space above him.
The black