Asmodeus's muscles expanded as the ray of scarlet devastation poured out of his finger, draining half of his mana and a substantial amount of Abyssal energy.
The collision of energies created a distorted zone between them, a foul stench from the burned venom leaking like a stink bomb.
"Damn, that stinks."
Valena wafted her wings towards the multicoloured clouds ahead, trying to diffuse and push the odour away. The surrounding space cracked, with most of the webbing burnt to a cinder by her super-heated fireball.
"How are you feeling? There's nothing wrong with your right?" Asmodeus placed a hand on the soft neck of Valena with a concerned question. She lowered her thin pupils to meet him while snorting smoke from her nostrils.
