The two fell together, fleeing Heaven, into the swirling thunderclouds.
The dazzling golden world had vanished, replaced by a dark, cold storm. It swung its claws, sparking brilliantly on the armor and creating deep indentations. The next moment, piercing white flames erupted from beneath the shell, pushing the armor away in an explosive blaze, casting it off far away. It broke free, gaining its freedom once more.
"Pitiful mortal..."
It gazed at the falling Flame Holder, the flames on its back almost igniting but ultimately dying out powerlessly.
To sustain its journey here, the fuel in the tank was already depleted, but it had a backup fuel tank. Yet, this was prepared for a safe landing, and once used, regardless of the outcome of the battle, the Flame Holder would plummet to the ground.
Continue the battle or escape?
