Draxos tilted his head, his dark red eyes gleaming with amusement. His shoulder had fully healed, the flesh knitting together as if Kael's Void Split had never touched him. He flexed his four arms, rolling his shoulders, the exoskeleton armor reforming across his body.
"I thought you didn't have the Heavenly Flame," Draxos said, his voice dripping with mock disappointment. "Wasn't that what you said? 'I don't know what you're talking about?'" He chuckled. "Lying to a demon."
Kael didn't respond with words.
The Demonic Asura Flame erupted from his body in full brilliance—FWOOOM—purple-black fire coating his blades, his arms, his shoulders, spreading across his entire frame like living armor. The primordial fire law radiated outward, distorting the air, cracking the ground beneath his feet. The temperature in the area skyrocketed—HISS—moisture in the air evaporating instantly.
