The Traitor's Disciple (14)

Dozens of blood magic circles hung in the air between them, glowing eerily in unison and spewing blood mist.

-KABOOMBOOMBOOM!!!

Dozens of different spells erupted at once, devouring and tearing one another apart.

Nor did the ones who had cast them simply stand still in the midst of it all.

A magic knight was a knight before being a mage: someone who took up a blade with the aim of stabbing and killing their opponent.

-CLANG!!

And it seemed the same was true of the Mirage Clan, even though they had no such thing as a magic knight.

The two red blades tangled chaotically, dancing beautifully and grotesquely as they repeatedly tried to stab and slash each other.

“Tch…!”

“Huh. For all that grand declaration, you’re pretty disappointing.”...