Outside the temple, Vertu had dealt the four standing there a mighty blow. If not for Michael, who had been healing them as he fought, they would have been dead a long time ago.
Michael and Theo were looking at the creature in front of them, their vision was blurry, and their legs were hardly holding up. The monster had done a number on them, and Pryion was the one pushing it back.
His flames had gotten hotter and his attacks fiercer each time Vertu struck him down.
"You are different from the last time I fought you, doesn't that still mean you are going to be able to beat me?" Vertu jeered; his spear had gotten faster.
Pryion evaded almost all the attacks; he was not going to let the being push him down.
"You mught be strong, but nothing is going to be able to stop me!"
Pryion leaped back, his body was producing flames hotter than anything the earth could produce.
He was burning mana like dust, knowing that if his supply ran out, he would be entering Darius's supply.
