For any wizard, Fiendfyre was an extremely terrifying and dangerous form of top-tier dark magic.
Even the Dark Lord Voldemort, the dark cloud that had once hung over the Wizarding World of United Kingdom, had been dealt with by Daphne using Fiendfyre-though apparently not quite thoroughly enough.
Fiendfyre's destructive power needed no elaboration.
Whenever Daphne had used it before, it had never failed her. But today, for the first time, her Fiendfyre had met its match.
The wizard holding that thoroughly disgusting-looking greatsword had actually blocked it easily with his blade, and even absorbed it.
Looking at the old fellow holding his sword across his body, his mocking smile tinged with smugness, Daphne felt that perhaps she really had been just a little overconfident.
"Little girl. Your magical power is indeed remarkable among ordinary wizards. In fact, without using a god's power, I'm afraid even I would be no match for you."
The old wizard swung the long sword, the mere sight of which made one's scalp crawl, and sneered. "Remember my name, Mathias Payne! The man who will end your life."
"Lots of people want me to remember their names, but I really don't have the energy to remember so many." Daphne put away the fleeting shock on her face and shook her head with a chuckle.
"I originally thought I could keep things simple and purify those ugly bodies of yours with Fiendfyre. But it seems I oversimplified things. After all, degenerates who've abandoned their human dignity ought to have a few peculiar tricks."
"Keep talking tough!" The only witch among the five sneered and raised both hands at once. The space before her immediately warped. Everything in the path of the power she released seemed to twist into strange shapes.
Daphne immediately judged that this had to