Immediately, a fiery aura enveloped Damon. It was not a fire that nourished. It was a fire that burned down everything in its path. It was a fire that was the definition of madness and chaos. He became even more shocked.
Even with just a small amount, the passive hellfire aura boost felt huge. He could tell that if he pushed it, his attacks would hit way harder. The strange thing was that the aura wasn't only on him. He could feel the same aura, traces of it coming off the nearby magma river.
No wonder the six-headed snake had such a strong skill. Living beside that magma for decades, the beast had learned how to use the river's hellfire. It had taught itself tricks most creatures never saw.
This was an extremely rare thing. Not everyone could freely use hellfire. It was just like the wyrm's breath. It was a superior energy essence that normal fire essence could not compete with.
