A Balor’s body was unable to channel mana. It was one of the reasons why millennia ago such a powerful race had attempted to force their evolution and ended up joining the ranks of the Fallen races.
Unlike all other creatures, they could conjure spells only through their eyes, making it vital for them to always face their opponents. Their other biggest limitation was their inability to cast spells above tier three.
The highest tiers of magic required to fuse and manipulate multiple elements at will, while each one of the Balors’ eyes could only handle one specific element. Activating more than one eye at a time was possible, but they were unable to cooperate.
The only exception was the creation of hard constructs, like weapons or armors made from ice. They could be infused with multiple elements, but always one at the time.
Balors couldn’t use gravity magic, dimensional magic, nor complex arrays. They were unstoppable soldiers on the battlefield, yet as a race, they had been dependant on others for the creation of even the simplest enchanted item.
Yozmogh activated his red eye, turning all the agonizing monsters lying on the floor into cinders. Their corpses turned into spheres of smoke that orbited around the amplifier. The device started to reconstruct their bodies at a speed visible at the naked eye.
Then, the Balor activated his yellow wing, obtaining the same effects of air fusion. The sudden boost in speed allowed him to escape from Lith and put some distance between them.
Lith cursed when he noticed that Yozmogh was capable of using his white eye to slowly regenerate the white wing, yet his mood improved when he noticed that the mana it stored wasn’t being replenished.
’It seems that wings and eyes are connected.’ Lith thought.
’Indeed. Unlike Trouble, Yozmogh’s eyes cannot accumulate world energy on their own. A wounded wing means he cannot recharge the corresponding element, we can’t allow him to buy even one second.’ Solus pointed out.
Lith darted forward, using a flight spell to match the opponent’s speed. The Balor was forced to interrupt his healing spell to activate his yellow wing. It allowed him to negate Lith’s air magic and unleash the lightning bolts he had previously stored.
Or so he believed.
After fighting Thrud, Lith had spent hours learning how to infuse his will even inside low tiered spells, so Yozmogh attempt to slow him down failed. The focus needed to succeed prevented Lith from retaliating to the incoming lightning pillar, but he didn’t need to.
Solus opened a small Warp Steps in front of them, which redirected the massive spell against the amplifier. The adamant it was made of and the enchantments protecting it resisted the assault, but the monsters surrounding it weren’t so lucky.
They had yet to regain half of their bodies that they were once again reduced to smoke and ashes.
"Nice artifact, human. I have some too!" Yozmogh said. A small silver sphere in his right hand shone with the intensity of a small sun as he launched himself against the enemy.
Lith was aware of the enormous gap in physical strength between them, but time wasn’t on his side. Stalling meant giving the Balor the opportunity to recover his light wing and his minions.
’To add insult to injury, I don’t know if Zolgrish will prevail. I might be able to deal with one of those reverted monsters at a time, but if they team up, I’ll be forced to leave. I’m greedy, not idiotic.’ He thought.
Lith had noticed several completed artifacts still lying on the Forges. If the lich failed his mission, Lith was willing to collect everything he could on his way out as compensation.
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