Picking himself up from the broken mirrors, Damon rose just as a thin, invisible slice cut through the space he had been standing in.
A sharp sting of warning rippled down his spine.
He rolled aside, boots skidding across the slick surface, and sprinted along the floating mirrors.
"Lazarak, what’s the plan..." Damon called out as he ducked beneath another slicing arc of light.
Lazarak twisted his body around several mirror shards that shot toward him like a volley of arrows, each one whistling past his face. His expression tightened with irritation.
"I’m working on it. You can’t beat a domain without a domain except if you’re completely crazy..."
Damon dropped into a slide just as the mirror seraph swooped down from above, its attack missing his head by a hair. He twisted, pushing up to his feet in one fluid motion.
"I’m crazy, and even I don’t see myself doing that..." he shot back, dodging another slash from the creature.
"You dare disregard in my own domain..." the mirror seraph screeched, its voice vibrating the glass beneath them.
Damon swung himself under a mirror platform, gripping the edge as his body arced gracefully.
"Shut up, we’re trying to think here..." he and Lazarak echoed in unison.
The mirror seraph trembled with fury. Never had it been ignored so thoroughly. Insulted even less.
"What a clown," Lazarak added with disdain, flicking a shard aside with a casual gesture.
"I know, you’d think he actually had a brain in that ugly ass head," Damon mocked, lips curling into a vicious grin as he vaulted over a collapsing mirror.
"What would you expect from soone sent to prison to rot? He’s problematic here because he’s ugly..." Lazarak chid in with a thin, sly smile.
Damon caught the aning imdiately. This was their plan.
The truth was simple. This was the mirror seraph’s domain, thousands fog mirror. Here, it was stronger than all of them. The only real strategy was to stall for ti and keep it too distracted to realize what mattered.
And what mattered was also simple. The domain itself was on borrowed ti. It existed in a world that did not allow domains of this level. The world was retaliating, pressing against it with crushing force. When it broke through, the mirror seraph would suffer the full consequences.
Damon and Lazarak worked seamlessly together to ragebait the creature.
He glanced at Lazarak with a grin.
’I knew I liked sothing about this guy from the beginning. A fellow ragebaiter.’
Thinking back, Lazarak had insulted Damon by calling him ugly more than once. To his face.
"That’s enough. I will not be insulted by a foul shadow and a traitor God..." the mirror seraph scread, wings flaring violently.
It raised its hands. Massive mirror platforms began to shift, grinding against each other. When they collided, fragnts scattered like crystal rain. The broken pieces reflected Damon, Lazarak, and Matia.
The reflections shimred. Then they beca real.
Hundreds of copies filled the domain.
"Kill them. Kill them all," the mirror seraph commanded coldly.
Damon froze for a mont. He could not tell which Matia or Lazarak was real. So he turned to the copies of himself, or rather the copies of Ghost, and charged straight toward them. He raised his hand.
[Magic Gatling]
A barrage of magic bullets erupted, lighting the domain with violent flashes. The false copies exploded into fragnts as easily as they had appeared.
"Hah, pathetic. No wonder you were left to rot here. Even your creations are just like you. Cheap." Damon’s voice echoed with cold mockery.
Cracks spread across the mirror seraph’s body as the world intensified its suppression. Damon sidestepped a slice as the creature dove at him, then slipped into a mirror to close the distance again.
Before it could reach him, a storm of ice burst from Matia’s wings. She dropped from above, slamming onto the seraph’s back. Her wings glittered like a snowflake caught in moonlight.
They crashed through several mirror platforms, tumbling left due to the warped geotry of the domain. The mirror seraph struggled, but Matia seized its wings and unleashed a surge of ice. The feathers turned brittle. A soft crack followed.
The wings shattered.
The seraph plumted, flailing, but snatched a mirror mid-fall and slamd Matia with it. The glass split in half, reshaping itself. The creature forced the shards into new wings, grotesque and misshapen, slapped onto its back at unnatural angles.
It regained it’s montum and prepared to dive into another mirror when a small black shape shot through the air.
Lazarak.
In his tiny infant form, he kicked forward, striking where the creature’s face should have been. The seraph flipped violently, sent flying.
It screeched in rage as dozens of mirrors moved into formation, each one glowing with a dangerous magical seal.
Lazarak’s face went pale.
Damon felt his heart tighten as a suffocating aura of death filled the air. The magic gathering in those mirrors was wrong.
Deep and dangerous.
The mirror seraph reached into the reflection and pulled out a feather larger than an eagle’s wing.
"Seraph Null’s feather..." Lazarak whispered. That was bad. They could not allow this now.
Lazarak steadied himself, expression turning cold.
"Who gave you the right to question other people’s truth?" he sneered.
"How dare a mirror made in the image of an angel question anyone when all mirrors do is lie."
His gaze sharpened on the seraph as the domain trembled. It was reaching its limit, but not fast enough.
"Did Seraph Null never tell you? You aren’t one of us. You’re not even a real entity."
Lazarak spoke with surgical cruelty, pulling at the creature’s sha, its doubts, its pain.
If the domain attack landed, Damon and Matia would die. Even if Lazarak survived, the seraph would have summoned Seraph Null with the feather.
"You were created from a magic item. Seraph Null called you a tool. That is all you’ll ever be..."
His eyes flicked to the feather.
"Go ahead. Call him. Show him how much of an incompetent failure you are."
The mirror seraph froze. Its hand trembled around the feather.
Lazarak raised his hand. His voice dropped to a whisper.
"Serenity."
The domain shattered, crushed by the world. In the sa instant, Lazarak’s power hit the mirror seraph, and its body went limp.
Damon’s eyes widened.
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