Lucifer's brows furrowed slightly as he spun his sword, effortlessly parrying the incoming blood miasma spell. It hissed as it was scattered, reduced to steaming mist that dissipated against the ancient stone. His opponent, the Bishop named Vale, glanced again toward the other side of the chamber—toward the thunderous clash between the Vampire Elder and Arthur.
Through his God's Eyes Gift—active since the battle began—Lucifer could see the currents of miasma flowing around Vale, the intricate patterns of his blood magic taking shape before he even cast them. The world moved slightly slower through his enhanced perception, mana flows visible as vibrant streams of color and intent.
"You're looking away a lot," Lucifer noted, his tone even as he slashed down with one hand. A six-circle spell roared to life beneath his fingertips, bringing down an avalanche of jagged ice shards onto the Bishop.
