Death looked at the magic with an amused look as he swiped his hand in the air. Gray mist appeared in front of the arc like a wall, an explosion of a myriad of colors from the impact. I blinked forward, surprised that my innate abilities still worked in this void. Excalibur slashed through the wall and for the first time, I felt resistance to the blade. It didn’t matter as the blade still cut cleanly through the wall, causing it to disintegrate into ash. Death’s amused look was replaced with a slight bit of surprise.