Greg's eyes narrowed at Adam's words, his grip tightening around his staff. A cold, sharp smile spread across his face as he raised his free hand, the dark energy at his fingertips crackling with deadly intent.
"Very well. If that is your choice—then die."
The demon mages moved as one, their chants rising in perfect synchronization. Flames erupted from their palms—concentrated, high-level fire magic that converged on Adam in a blinding torrent of searing heat. The fire engulfed him, casting the clearing in a harsh, flickering light that illuminated the faces of soldiers and demons alike.
For a moment, the flames raged, consuming the space where Adam had stood.
Then a shape moved within the fire.
Adam stepped forward, his form untouched, the flames washing over his body like water over stone. His scales gleamed faintly beneath the flickering light, and the air around him shimmered with the faint, translucent barrier of [Aegis of the Colossus].
