Death - Magic resistance

The Horseman was actually impressed; the illusion had to be a potent magic indeed to have worked on him.
For long moments, nothing happened, no one answered. And then the entire forest... rippled.
Enormous gaps appeared in the trees, swaths of devastation where the soil was melted into solid rock and no living things remained. Twisting helixes of smoke wrestled their way upward, each struggling to be the first to reach the lowering clouds. Flurries of cinders still hovered above the empty places, and Death was suddenly struck by the thick aroma of burnt wood and seared flesh. A very powerful magic, then.

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Chapter 3