Jaegar had read of such entities in the forbidden texts of the Academy's restricted section—books he wasn't supposed to access until his final year, but which he'd studied secretly during late-night excursions.
Black Amalgams were theoretical creatures, capable of absorbing magical attacks and redirecting that energy.
Conventional magic won't work against it, he realized.
Not even chaos in its pure form.
The Amalgam struck with impossible speed for its size.
A tendril of darkness thicker than Jaegar's body lashed out, aiming not for him but for Angelina, who was fully engaged with Elsbeth.
Instinct took over.
Jaegar abandoned his position, throwing himself into the path of the attack.
The tendril connected with his chest, lifting him off his feet and slamming him into the remnants of a market stall. Pain exploded through his body, not just physical but magical—the creature was attempting to absorb his chaotic energy.
