A blanket of silence fell over all those watching the battle unfold in the skies, the people of Aznur watched on, hoping in their hearts that the flaming demon that had come to attack their home had been extinguished, while Anteris' men hoped desperately that their leader would keep fighting.
As Anteris continued to fly through the air, his wings of flame trailing behind him, like a meteor arcing down toward the ocean.
But then, Anteris' wings snapped open, and he flew upward, rising up into the air, an enormous ball of flame clutched in his left hand.
He had used the time that he had been flying through the air to channel a spell, and the Emperor's respect for his opponent grew, the man he faced was truly worthy of his power, he had the mind to match his prowess.
