A lonely, round source of bright white light illuminated a dark gray, shadowed land.
Seconds later, a man with horns fell out of a rift in the air. The bright light was lonely no more. But the man had fallen on his knees, his whole body covered in bright cyan fire.
And his loud voice broke the suffocating silence.
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Level 81, Damian.
"AGGGHHHH!!" Damian screamed.
The damned flames burned too unnaturally hot, as if someone had taken his time to specifically design flames that left maximum pain. Still, Damian held on to the coat of seven; the pain was fucking with his focus. He immediately let his three sacrium cubes out and started generating mana.
Then created a big sphere of water and jumped into it; the unnatural fire took its sweet time to leave, but it finally stopped. The pain had remained though. But it was endurable.
