Only two undead didn't go after the other demons.
Spartan.
And Fade.
Spartan did not even glance at the chaos around him.
The instant Michael was struck, he moved.
Space warped as he crossed dozens of meters in a straight line, black flames roaring around his body like a living mantle. The Rank Three assassin who had delivered the blow barely had time to widen his eyes before Spartan was on him.
There was no spell or skill cast.
Just a fist wrapped in devouring fire.
The punch landed squarely in the assassin's guard.
The law protecting him screamed.
Black flames surged inward, bypassing defense, consuming the reinforcement itself. The assassin was blasted backward, body spinning uncontrollably as chunks of energy peeled away from him like ash.
Spartan followed relentlessly.
A magic circle formed mid stride, snapping into place with brutal precision.
Black fire erupted again.
