Icy-blue light descended from above, falling upon the battlefield like judgment from the heavens.
Fire and ice were mortal enemies. Half-meter-long icicles fell like messengers of death, forcing the Blazing Demon Lions to erupt with their fiercest flames in defense. Even so, the searing heat in the air was steadily quenched, the inferno losing ground to the creeping cold.
Driven by fury and vengeance, the giant youth roared and swung his metal rod with reckless abandon, smashing apart two more lions.
His body was already charred black from countless burns. The glow of soul power around him flickered weakly, dimming as exhaustion gnawed at his strength.
Then—movement.
From the direction where the golden vine had erupted earlier, a figure rushed forward at astonishing speed.
