The heat was intense. The shadow wall hissed and boiled away under the concentrated thermal energy released by the Efreetis' attacks.
Viren was forced to bail out. He leaped backward, abandoning his dignity for survival, as the fire turned the ground he stood on into molten slag.
He landed in a crouch, smoke rising from his singed coat.
He wasn't unharmed anymore. A burn mark marred his cheek, which made Viren's assessment of Reidar change again. But at the same time, he knew he was stronger than him from a physical perspective, although Reidar's mana was far bigger than his.
"You move well for a corpse," he said as he drank a mana potion.
"Between you and me, you are the corpse. Look at how pale you are! Oh, but… Is that blood?"
Viren touched his cheek. He looked at the blood on his fingers.
His expression shifted from cold detachment to anger.
"You think this changes anything?" Viren asked. "You scratched me. Congratulations."
