A blood-red lattice writhed around him, like a cage trapped outside his body yet stirring unrest within. Tuzel the rabbit swept across it, instantly obliterating the half-formed cage. The backlash of the collapsing spell engulfed Ruger.
Feeling the sting in every inch of his flesh and a force that seemed about to burn him from the inside out, Ruger smiled as he swung Tuzel. Five Ash Bullets had already gathered in the hand gripping the rabbit's ears. As he swung the rabbit, they slipped out from different angles, while the peculiar fireball quivered in his other hand, still not lightly released.
In the distance, the demons who had been running for so long, shrieking like lunatics, finally encountered one another. A fresh slaughter began.
Ruger restrained his instinct to charge, unwilling to reveal his intentions too soon. He blocked his opponent's spells while slowly shifting his feet.
Tuzel once again flipped up and down in his hand, this time accompanied by Ash Bullets shooting in all directions.
Feeling the stinging pain across his body, Ruger suddenly marveled at how powerful he had become without realizing it. A spell like this, which burned a person from the inside out, would undoubtedly prove fatal to a Wizard who had not undergone transformation or whose body was weak. In demon form, his body, transformed after his advancement, could fully suppress his flesh's tendency to spontaneously combust. And right now, he was truly dividing his attention three ways, if not more: maintaining the Fireball Spell, casting the Grey Bullet Spell through methods he had developed, and swinging his good friend at the same time.
His mental power remained steady and obedient, pure and stable, responding as readily as his own limbs. It provided a firm foundation for dividing his attention, without the slightest hint