Damon stood there with a staff in his hand.
The runes he had drawn were amplification runes mixed with explosion runes.
"Tricky as usual," Xander scoffed.
He raised his head through the flames and smoke.
"Face me like a man, Damon Grey, or do you not have the courage to look me in the eye?"
He raised his spear and cleaved the earth, creating a crater as large chunks of debris, some the size of mountains, floated into the air under his power. A small magic orb still broadcast their battle, one of the few that remained intact amid all the chaos and madness.
At this point, the Goddess Races were no longer sure who was enemy and who was ally. The battle had reached an entirely new intensity, so much so that even the Goddess of Doom had descended.
"My brother was a good man. He didn't deserve what happened to him."
