"Vorax!"
And at Mark's shout the slime shot out from inside his robe like a black, viscous projectile, straight at the demoness's face, enveloping it completely.
"!!!???"
The slime expanded like a black, viscous mask over the demoness's face, covering her eyes, nose, and mouth in under a second.
And then Vorax began to feed.
Mark couldn't see exactly what was happening, but he could feel it through his connection with Vorax.
The slime was trying to absorb her magical energy, draining it the way it would with any other source of magic it had encountered until now.
But something was wrong.
Very wrong.
"It's… too much…" was all Vorax managed to transmit to Mark before the connection cut out.
Mark understood immediately.
What Vorax was attempting was like trying to empty the ocean with a cup of water.
The amount of magical energy emanating from that woman was so absurdly vast that Vorax wasn't absorbing it… he was drowning in it.
But miraculously, the distraction worked.
