Frey and Filia could hear the death throes of their magical beasts as they disappeared in a burst of flames that filled the air with the smell of barbeque, sending pieces of burned flesh and fur slapping against their faces.
"Volgun!" Frey screamed at the top of his lungs as his best friend disappeared in an explosion.
The blast was so powerful that its heat reached his face despite the fact that they were moving at high speed away from the battlefield and towards his home.
"Please, mister, go back and save Brionac! She's going to die!" Filia's plea was answered by a strong slap that twisted her face sideways.
The man had used chore magic to conjure a strong wind that hit the kids, striking fear in their hearts and putting an end to their begging. Only then did they raise their eyes to meet those of their savior, finding no warmth nor compassion in them.
