The mad alchemist demon moved with a jerky, unnatural grace, his skeletal limbs clicking faintly beneath his taut, ash-gray hide.
He extended both of his elongated, clawed hands into the open air, the joints popping in rapid succession.
Dark mana, dense and pitch-black as liquid obsidian, bled from his fingertips, weaving through the ambient space in intricate geometric rings.
VUUUUUUM.
With a sharp, dual flick of his wrists, Loryn tore two massive, rectangular windows through the fabric of space.
The portals hovered three feet above the stone floor, expanding to ten feet wide and five feet tall, functioning as twin scrying mirrors that reflected real-time feeds from the trial floors below.
The left portal shimmered with a cold, sapphire light, displaying the violent, storm-tossed seas of Floor 11.
The image was chaotic, framed by crashing waves, dense clouds of salt-spray mist, and the thrashing wings of the Disaster-class Dragon.
