Louis clenched his fists, golden light surging faintly around his body. His breathing was ragged, his movements sluggish, but his resolve remained unshaken. Alhazel's smirk widened as he saw the struggle in Louis' eyes.
"Stubborn until the end, aren't you?" the demon mused, twirling his fingers, arcs of black lightning dancing between them.
Before Louis could react, Alhazel snapped his fingers. A spear of pure darkness shot toward him like a viper, crackling with malevolent energy.
Louis tried to dodge, but exhaustion dulled his reflexes. Just as the spear was about to pierce his chest—
CLANG!
A sudden flash of silver intercepted the attack, knocking the dark spear off course. The weapon disintegrated midair, sending out sparks of obsidian light. Louis staggered back, his gaze snapping to the side.
