"That was a good move," Aamir said, his voice calm yet unwavering. "But it's still not enough to defeat me."
Blue flames erupted across his body, licking his skin like living armor. Slowly, the bruises and cuts on his arms and torso began to vanish. Nikolai's eyes widened, confusion etched into his face.
"How... how are your wounds healing?" he muttered, panting from the strain of his last attack.
Aamir glanced at his hands, watching the flames dance across them.
"Huh. Impressive," he thought. "It's like a high-tier shield laced with healing magic."
Meanwhile, Nikolai clutched his chest, a sharp pain spreading through his ribs. He coughed, blood staining his lips, and fell to his knees.
Then—he roared.
The sky above trembled as a raw burst of energy exploded from within him.
Inside the observation room, King Veerendra leaned forward, his expression darkening.
"So... it's happening, huh?" he murmured under his breath.
