After watching the spear user's body dissolve into fading particles, I felt a wave of pressured heat slamming against my back. The storm still lingered some distance ahead.
It had shrunk considerably, dying down to a fraction of its former size but the power contained within remained terrifyingly immense.
I moved away from it immediately.
My eyes found Beatrice. She stood frozen. Stunned by everything that had just transpired.
I rested my axe on my shoulder and gave her a smug grin. A silent declaration of who owned this battlefield.
But before I could savor the moment properly, a scream tore through the air.
Zenos.
I whipped around to find him collapsed on his knees. The reason was his right arm. Black flames were devouring it, crawling up his flesh like hungry serpents, and their intensity was only growing stronger with each passing second.
I sprinted toward him.
If those flames consumed him entirely, I would lose my strongest and only summon in the middle of battle.
