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"Why won't you DIE already?!"
The Flame Emperor roared, with his body as wounded as it was, he quickly attempted to regenerate through his powers and the abilities he stole from the Four Hounds.
However, something seemed off! Each wound that Drake and Surtr left behind were "infected" by a bright mass of white flames, frost, or light.
Such elements corrupted his own black flames and did not allow them to regenerate naturally! He shook his entire body, beginning to shapeshift and regenerate more mass so he could simply discard the wounded areas.
However, it wasn't as if he had all the time of the world to do whatever he pleased! Drake and Surtr's families instantly went for the offensive!
"My turn."
FLAAASH!
