Max's expression stayed calm. "No."
The assassin frowned.
Max raised both hands. "That was only to wear you down."
Black flames gathered above his left hand while Primordial Flames gathered above his right.
This time, Max didn't release them separately. He drew on their full power.
The Devouring Black Flames expanded until they formed a massive black inferno over one side of the Dimension of Flame, while the Primordial Flames spread across the other, turning half the sky into a sea of blazing gold.
The assassin's expression finally changed completely, because he could sense the danger.
This was different. The earlier attacks had come from the dimension itself, but these two flames belonged to Max, and both were being pushed to their absolute limit.
The assassin unleashed everything he had. Golden energy erupted from his body, the six-winged phantom behind him sharpened into focus, and layer after layer of defensive light formed around him.
