I summoned [Inferno Lance], the familiar heat coalescing in my palm as fire curled and spiraled into a single, deadly shape—sleek, burning, sharp.
Hissra didn't even flinch. He looked up at me with hollow, scorched eyes.
Then I threw it.
The flaming spear streaked across the clearing and struck him square in the chest.
THUNK.
A sound like molten iron piercing brittle clay.
The lance exploded through his ribs, leaving a charred hole where his heart should've been.
Even if he was already on the verge of death, I wasn't about to take any chances.
I wanted his innate skill—and any other abilities he might've possessed. And for that to happen, I had to be the one to end him. Not the seal. Not his own crumbling magic. Me.
Destroying the seal didn't guarantee that. It could've been the cause of his death, or maybe the damage from the Heat Domain pushing him over the edge.
That wouldn't cut it.
So I made sure. I made it mine.
