The demon magic in the rift was a dark predator, furious at being denied access. It savaged me, our magic entangled and battling for dominance. I took it inside myself, let it know the shape of me, let it know without any doubt that it had met its match. Its teeth were blunt fangs, mine were row upon row of razors. I laughed at its heinous intent, nipping it down to size like it was a misbehaving puppy.

The barrier grew thicker and more opaque.

The demons were knocked back. ...