Novels by Cassandra Sawyer

Sunder was cast more than three times, each time obliterating the Feral Devil to atoms, only to have it recombine again, healing tyrannically. But Gilgal also noticed that the speed of recombination after each attack was affected, slowing down slightly. This drop in speed was too minuscule to make a difference at the moment, but it proved his theory. A more powerful attack would likely permanently kill this beast, but in the absence of that, he might need to use Sunder more than a thousand times!That consumption wasn’t something that his current magic level could sustain. Right now, he’d barely used up half of his magic level, and it was enough. Unsure if he could still absorb normal world energy to replenish his Chaotic Core, he wasn’t willing to risk complete exhaustion. He performed three more Sunder spells, then fled. He was so fast, directly accelerating to over 5,000m/s, grabbing two late Dominion level Feral Devils who were felled by his earlier strikes and arriving at

Gilgal moved to intercept, fearless. The world was cleaved open and the clawed paw fared no better, being directly split in two, offering no resistance at all. Gilgal spun into another cut, but it hissed through air instead, the force still slicing out to clear entire kilometers of trees and unlucky Feral Devils. The Feral Devil was too fast, dodging that strike easily to appear behind him, maw closing around his head. Gilgal sneered, shifting his stance and coating his body with Chaotic energy, repelling those fangs. He spun with a fist, connecting with the jaw of the beast. He hissed in pain as his knuckles were immediately bruised and the force staggered him back a step. The beast roared with laughter, vanishing again. This was now relativistic speed it was displaying here, Gilgal realized. That was why he was unable to notice it then. This was another body equivalent to a spell. After all, moving at relativistic speeds shouldn’t be possible except through a spell. Movin

Gilgal slammed into that projection, tearing through and causing it to dissipate. His skin tingled from the impact, causing him to shiver. Feral Devils couldn’t perform magic, he knew, so that had to be a projection brought about by a body that had broken all the laws of this world. A body equivalent to a spell in it’s own right. A Feral Devil that had already surpassed the late Dominion level!Shaking with this deduction, he immediately turned to flee. “SINCE YOU’VE ALREADY COME, WHY NOT STAY FOREVER?!” a mighty voice boomed in this space, forcing him to a stop. This voice was so tyrannical, directly affecting his soul. Even Void Sunder trembled in it’s space, receiving a measure of this soul attack. Gilgal grimaced. If he hadn’t already understood his soul, he would have been knocked unconscious by that attack, or worse. As it was, he was still mildly paralyzed. But even more shocking was the fact that the creature had spoken at all! A Feral Devil that spoke! Was it at the T

While the path of advancement was the same everywhere for the most part, the path of combat was not the same. Some practitioners followed the path of the body, combating with physical toughness and tenacity. Others followed the path of the sword, and others still followed the path of spells. Theoretically, all combat paths were the same in potential, with none being better than the other, but all subject to limitations. It was believed that all paths ended up with the path of spells, as even the most tyrannical body could be enhanced to the point where it directly defies reality and laws, becoming a kind of spell in it’s own right. Gilgal had always followed the path of the sword, and only began practicing the Body path when he trained for the Bronte, Midgol contest. Now that his physical body was truly tyrannical, this path seemed most suitable to him. But with Void Sunder, the path of the sword also seemed most suitable, leading him to practice both of them simultaneously. No

Three months of traveling through the Lower Aether had changed the assumptions within Gilgal and Nur. And it was for the better.There were demons everywhere, and even though that took a great deal of effort to get used to, it also revealed just how much the lives of the everyday demon could be ordinary. Near human-like. Gilgal had always wondered if this was the case, but wondering and witnessing were two different things. Yvaine traveled along as a silent but attentive observer, noticing the changes and keeping her peace. Whether or not it pained her to realize that Gilgal and Nur were surprised at the evidence of a civilization, was never evident in her face or action. For all intents and purposes, she couldn’t care less. Nur had a harder time adjusting, and not even three months would be enough to complete her adjustment. Most demons interacted in their true forms, and those forms looked nothing but terrifying and alien to a human. The fact that the majority was this way, ma

Wyvrill snapped his mouth shut with an audible click, then swallowed. He wasn’t alone. Master Windsor also looked gobsmacked, and it was a rare expression on the old man’s face. Marius watched them with a strange satisfaction in his twinkling eyes. Wyvrill wasn’t shocked by how much Realms they were above the Transcendent Realm, just by how much farther away he was from even being considered among the strong. And he’d actually been harboring thoughts of breaking away from the patronage of the Celestials when he advanced to the Transcendent Realm. If he’d done that, he would have been sentencing himself and the entire Order to death! Mind trembling in a way he’d not experienced in centuries, he released a sigh and asked Marius more about the most powerful Transcendents in existence. He wasn’t surprised to hear that the Celestials had more powerful practitioners at the Transcendent King and Venerable Realm than even the Demons, but it was a surprise to learn that the Demons had