Before anyone could react, S vanished from sight. His form blurred across the space between himself and Ignar, one hand extending in a casual slash that shouldn't have been threatening.
But when his fingers passed through the air, reality itself seemed to part around them. A giant red slash flew from his hand like a blade.
Ignar's chest opened in a perfectly straight line from shoulder to hip, dark blood erupting in a spray that painted the black stone crimson. The fire demon dropped to his knees, hands pressing against the wound in a futile attempt to hold his body together.
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