"Ah… AAAA-!" The prince began to howl in pain while his flesh burned away due to its contact with me.
I have been forced to activate Incomplete Heroic Style: Phoenix. Something was interfering in this battle and that thing was stopping me from being able to fight. Had I not gone this far, I would have been pushed out of the ring and then been left to the judgement of the emperor.
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I turned away from the battle for a moment and turned my gaze to his majesty.
Typically reticent and quiet, the man I have known for many many years was pushing himself as far back as he could in his throne. His eyes were open wide while he stared at the bird that was made of flame that was rising into the air.
I walked towards the railing, placed my hand upon it, and gazed upon the spectacle.
I've heard accounts of the event and read reports of what exactly happened at the Frozen Mist Hills, but to see it in person is an entirely different experience.
