Chapter 49

“I assumed you had a death wish when they told me you’d defeated Voidmoth,” Azar chuckled. “But I didn’t realize that you were this much of a masochist. I am the Master of Witchcraft and the Father of Warfare, and you are nothing more than another mortal who will soon be crushed under my foot!”

Logan sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. “Don’t count your chickens before they hatch, you Diablo fuck,” he retorted. “Voidmoth and Gallu said the exact same thing to me, and look where they are now.”

The elve, Azar, let out a laugh, his eyes glowing a menacing red. “You amuse me, mortal,” he taunted. “It’s a shame that you’ll be nothing more than ashes in a few moments.”

Without wasting any time, Logan conjured a ball of magicfire and hurled it directly at Azar’s face. The attack made contact with his left shoulder but failed to inflict any damage whatsoever.

Amused, the demon clicked his tongue. He summoned his own massive fiery projectile and launched it toward Logan. Ju
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