The mirror seraph was quite an unusual-looking creature; however, this was not out of place for an angel or any creature bearing the name seraph.

Angels were beautiful in a terrifying way… because angels looked terrifying to ward off evil, and demons looked beautiful to deceive.

That said, the mirror seraph was an angel made of mirrors. It didn't quite have a human shape. Instead, it had four reflective wings, its body thin with too many joints, its head bent at an angle with eyes or something like that scattered across its wings.

On its head there was a spinning halo.

It hovered in the air slightly, part of its body cracked, and darkness seemed to have infected its form.

Lazarak's eyes were calm, yet there was an uncharacteristic coldness to them.

"Surrender, Mirror Seraph… you've lost."

The seraph spread its wings. Their reflective forms showed the faces of Lazarak, Damon, and Matia.

Its thin arm stretched and formed a narrow reflective blade.

"I am the warden of this realm… and none shall pass. Traitor god… you shall not pass."

The mirror seraph took a battle stance.

Damon didn't wait for it to attack first. He leaped into the air as he pulled out a bow. Ice spread from the arrow's tip as he drew back with all his might.

With a whispering sound through the wind, he fired. He fell after his own fast-traveling arrow, his dealer hand sharp as he gripped his short, broken sword.

The mirror seraph raised its wings and evaded. Matia rushed forward with a wave of ice behind her, unleashing a barrage of ice spears.

"Reflection."

The seraph whispered the word as its wings spread wider and flapped. Damon's arrow and Matia's ice spears were recreated equally powerful copies appearing with the same speed, force, and mana signature. They collided with the originals and destroyed them.

It was like throwing something at a mirror, except instead of breaking, the mirror sent the attack back with equal strength, and both self-destructed.

Damon flipped in the air as he landed on the ground. Without a moment's hesitation, he charged toward the mirror seraph. His dealer's hand held in the form of a broken sword—half of it was gone, but Damon didn't mind. It was his perfect weapon. Its blade unleashed a crescent slash of magical energy.

"Ice Blade."

This was an ice-based variation of his sword technique, Dark Blade. The slash rushed toward the mirror seraph, who swung its mirror blade. The thin reflective edge let out a sound like breaking glass.

Damon slid across the floor as a sharp shard of deadly mirror whistled past his head.

"Ahh…that was a close one…"

Matia came down on the mirror seraph, her sword shifting into a battle axe made of ice, aiming to smash through its body.

However, the creature dodged and kicked Matia with one of its long, jointed legs. The cathedral floor trembled and the pillars collapsed as Matia was thrown into one of them.

Damon raised his hand. A barrage of magic bullets shot toward the mirror seraph, dipping at speeds high enough to leave afterimages.

It gave Damon the opening he needed some breathing room for a more complex spell.

[Magic Missile]

He released magic missiles based on the attribute of the body he was using.

Ghost had been an ice-attribute elf, and now that he was a shadow and Damon was possessing him, Damon was forced to use Ghost's frost-aligned strength.

Thus the magic missiles were ice.

Damon wasn't sure what effect they'd have…

Magic Missiles were meant to explode on impact while moving at extreme speeds.

The only problem: Damon didn't have enough mana in this body.

Mana had never been a problem for him before. His spells were always overwhelming. But now he could only unleash four magic missiles—where in his own body, he would've fired far more.

The missiles let out a sharp whistle as they shot toward the mirror seraph. It evaded the first easily. But when it tried to weave around the second, it exploded, spreading a wave of ice over the area.

Its glass wings cracked softly.

The mirror seraph tried to move, but a whirlpool of darkness swelled beneath its feet.

Lazarak, who hadn't moved since the fight began, smiled coldly.

"Where do you think you're going… stay."

The seraph tilted its head, sensing danger, just as Matia's battle axe came crashing down toward it. It raised its glass sword. The sword cracked, but it held. The force still drove the seraph onto its knees, or whatever it had in place of knees.

The tip of Matia's axe bit into its shoulder as a chilling coldness traveled through its soul.

This was the skill: Wings of Ruin.

Skill – [Wings of Ruin]

Your blade freezes wounds, making them slow to heal. Each strike leaves an icy scar that saps vitality, hindering recovery and spreading a chilling curse. The more you dance, the deeper the frost sinks, making each injury a lasting mark of your deadly elegance.

It was in pain. Good. That was very good, because Damon knew how deadly this skill was. It prevented healing and spread a chilling curse through the soul.

The fact that Matia had hit the mirror seraph even once was enough to slowly destroy it.

Damon raised his hand as he turned into a shadow, sliding behind the mirror seraph. With a single swipe of his sword, he slashed at another wing.

The pain forced the seraph to screech.

Damon smiled maniacally.

"Not so talkative now, are you…"

The seraph tried to free itself by flying, but Lazarak's darkness held it down.

With only two wings left, it raised its twisted head, seething with rage.

"You have forced my hand."

It lifted its thin hand upward as a strange power began to gather.

"Domain… Thousand Fog Mirror."

Damon felt the familiar dread he had felt in the ruins of Lysithara.

He was witnessing a domain again… except this didn't feel like the incomplete ones a Rank Four could produce.

This was the mirror seraph's domain

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