***
A massive explosion shook yet another clearing.
Fire was the cause, splashing across a glossy white shield made of Divinity.
Indeed, actual, real, pure Divinity from a damned Demon.
How was that even possible?!
Merlin couldn't stop herself:
"Okay—NO. That's very unfair! Only we are supposed to have that!"
The Demon hunched in the center of the crater didn't answer, unlike that of Nulity; it seemed not all that intelligent.
It simply floated there, the hood covering its vaguely humanoid body low. And yes, 'vaguely,' as it was thin and stretched, its joints pulled far apart to a point that didn't make sense.
A scary-looking Demon, yes, but the real problem was its shield.
Golden and multi-layered, shimmering around it like a dome.
And it kept making new ones once the old was destroyed.
Merlin stabbed her forth, the heat orbs around shooting out.
In her right hand was a... burnt twig.
