"I came, I saw, I recorded."
As the incantation surfaced, Cyril vanished from where he stood in an instant, reappearing behind the thick curtain of black mist.
The Devil, who had been about to flee, paused. Then a large number of pale-blue fireballs coalesced in front of him and shot toward Cyril.
Cyril raised a hand and clenched it into a fist. The pale-blue fireballs hurtling toward him, reeking of sulfur, suddenly went wild, veering this way and that before falling all around them.
Amid a succession of explosions, swathes of ghostly green poisonous flames and pungent black toxic smoke billowed through the area.
Snap!
Cyril snapped his fingers. The toxic gas around him vanished in an instant, transferred to the spot dozens of feet away where the Devil's two underlings stood.
"Ugh... ah~"
"Help..."
Boom!
A vast amount of crimson magma mixed with pale-blue flames burst through the ground and spouted into the air.
A second before the molten rock erupted from the ground, Cyril vanished. He flashed directly behind the Devil, clasping his hands together as he pulled a bright silver greatsword out of thin air.
Whoosh!
Amid the sharp rush of air, the Devil's evasive movement faltered. Then, as if he had made up his mind, he abruptly turned and swung.
Flames gathered rapidly in his one remaining right hand. A greatsword shaped like a blade, made of crimson magma and pale-blue flames, quickly took shape and crashed against the silver greatsword in Cyril's hands.
Boom!
Amid a sound like red-hot iron meeting cold water, magma and flames scattered everywhere, and countless flecks of light faded away.
Cyril felt the resistance coming from the silver greatsword, then pulled back and swung again.
Boom! Boom!
Amid the violent clashes, like ice colliding with fire, magma, flames, and flecks