Instant kill.
"Wha—no, impossible, that's Demon King level..."
The last of the Four Heavenly Kings froze completely, even the spell he was casting was forcibly interrupted.
Because Sied was already face-to-face, floating mid-air right in front of him.
The old Elf glanced at the flickering flame in the other's palm, raised his right hand, and silver light shimmered on his palm, instantly materializing into an armored gauntlet.
This Elf Armor differed significantly from the Demon Clan's magical armor—it seemed tangible and solid, like real alloy, polished Mithril.
Wearing that gauntlet of Mithril-like armor, the old Elf pinched the flame in the Four Heavenly King's hand into nothingness. He lifted his gaze, his hawk falcon-like gray eyes staring icily at the Demon Clan.
"No setting fires here."
