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Chapter 551: The Senior Demon

The Sigil of God’s Will.

Nightingale’s eyes snapped wide—then narrowed. Through the Mist, she saw no characteristic blaze of a Magic Stone. What formed in the demon’s palm was a black hole, a void that swallowed light rather than cast it. Magic power poured toward it from every direction, drawn in like water down a drain, spinning into a vortex so brilliant the other witches had to shield their eyes. But seen through the Mist, it only grew darker.

The demon drove its great sword into the earth.

Black light rolled outward in a wave, swallowing the woods entire.

Every candle-flicker of magic power snuffed out at once. Nightingale’s misty world collapsed. Leaf was ripped from her Heart of Forest—the trees, no longer hers, pitched her and Iffy to the ground. Leaf landed badly, vomiting blood, unable to rise.

The demon sensed the forest was her. Nightingale’s mind raced even as she moved. No—Leaf hid well enough. It might have tracked her movement from above. But how does it break magic power the way a God’s Stone of Retaliation does? No light. No warning. The God’s Stone gives light. This gave nothing.

She had no time to press the question. Fighting the sick lurch that came whenever her power was severed, she changed the cartridge and moved.

The demon was walking toward Leaf—paralyzed, defenseless.

At ten meters she fired. All five rounds. Sparks and smoke bloomed against its arm armor. It turned toward her with what she could only read as annoyance, then raised its great sword—a door plank of black metal—to block. The bullets had not gone through. She was already certain of that. She drew her dagger and lunged for its head.

Buying time. That is all.

The sword descended in a blur. She read the arc—stepped into the Mist a breath before the blade reached her. The demon’s light-wave had scoured the area but had not killed the magic entirely; the vortex was gone, and in its absence the power returned. Nightingale caught this change the instant it happened. In the black-and-white world of the Mist, she traced the sword’s silhouette, found the seam between solid and void, slid through the blade, and drove her dagger into the gap at the demon’s helmet.

The dagger shattered.

Magic Barrier. A cold drop fell through her chest. How many—

She was already retreating. The demon caught her in three strides. Its sword swung; she played the same trick—stepped into the Mist, sliding through steel—but this time the demon raised its free hand.

It pulled her out.

The blade was still inside her when she reappeared. As she tumbled away, it dragged a long cut across her waist, parting Soraya’s reinforced cloth like cloth of ordinary make. She hit the ground rolling, biting down on the sound in her throat. Blood soaked her side. Her legs kept moving of their own discipline, carrying her backward, but the demon’s stride covered two meters at once.

The sword swept down.

Purple light erupted around the demon, six beams snapping inward to cinch it tight.

Iffy’s Magic Cage.

“Crush it!” Nightingale shouted.

“I can’t!” Iffy’s voice came through clenched teeth. Her fist was white. The beams trembled, fighting the demon’s mass. “It’s too strong—”

The demon roared and flung its arms wide. The cage fractured—reformed before it could raise the sword again. Iffy’s face was a map of strain.

“Miss Anna—golden thunder—now—be quick!” The words came out metered, deliberate, the way a person speaks when they have very little left. “I can’t hold it much longer.”

The demon was close to Iffy. The Sigil’s golden thunder would not distinguish.

“Now, Anna!” Nightingale called across the clearing. “Activate it!

Anna caught her eyes. She understood without explanation. She raised the metal sheet in both hands.

Light exploded through the woods. Beams descended from an open sky.

The demon howled—a sound edged with something besides rage, something older. It had seen this before. It struggled with new violence, as though fury and terror were the same thing.

This is the only opening. One chance. The demon cannot dispel magic now.

The golden thunder fell.

In the last instant, Nightingale appeared behind Iffy, wrapped her arms around her, and threw them both sideways—two steps, no more—dragging them clear of the strike radius. The wound at her waist screamed. She did not.

That move required trust. If Anna’s aim had been wrong by a meter, they would both have been ash.

Nightingale trusted her. She believed no one alive could match Anna’s precision with power.

The golden light erased everything where the Senior Demon had stood. Weeds, vines, the impression of boot-tracks in the dirt—gone. A clean circle of destruction.

Anna swayed and sat down hard.

“Anna!” Leaf had gotten to her knees somehow, and was stumbling toward her.

“She’s fine.” Each word cost Nightingale something. “Exhausted her power. Everyone’s alright.”

“You—” Iffy’s expression was complicated. “You’re hurt. Let me bind it.”

Nightingale nodded, began pulling up her clothing—then stopped.

A black shape walked out of the smoke.

Its helmet had lost several thorns, broken off like toppled stone towers. Its armor was cracked, begrimed, clotted with char. One arm was gone. The great sword was gone.

It had survived.

The demon hissed—low, rhythmic—and Nightingale could not tell if it was laughter. What she could tell from its voice was that it was still hungry.

It moved slower now. The red light in its eyes flickered on and off like a dying coal. And yet.

Leaf can’t stand. Anna’s unconscious. Lightning is missing. Iffy has nothing left. I have a wound that opens further with every step I take.

The witch beside her rose.

“What are you doing?” Nightingale said quietly.

“What combat witches do.” Iffy pulled her dagger. “At the end.” She did not look at Nightingale. Her voice was level. “You still have some power left. Take them and go. If you can’t take all of them—take one.”

Roland’s words surfaced, unbidden.

At least bring Anna back. Whatever happens, bring her back.

Yes. She would.

Then—from above, cutting through the stillness—a howl she knew.

Awh!

A vast shadow dropped from the sky.


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