'Must be its golem summoning skill, good thing it didn't create it here,' he thought.
The thought was half relief, half irritation. Two extra problems on top of one was how you got buried alive. Ifrit alone was bad enough. Ifrit with helpers was an obituary waiting to happen.
Then the explosions continued; this time, they were coming closer and closer. Kael could see it on the map as the Ifrit was coming back to get its revenge. The red dot didn't move in clean lines anymore. It lurched. It ricocheted off buildings. It overshot corners. Momentum was forcing it to move like a living battering ram.
Yet, this one was far faster. Far faster than before.
'This guy isn't even slowing down,' Kael smiled.
It wasn't a warm smile. It was the kind you wear when you're watching something dangerous self-destruct, and you're too tired to feel guilty about enjoying it. Speed was good, until it bared its teeth against you. And Kael had just turned speed into a collar around the Ifrit's neck.
