Eron's breathed fire that devoured every life in the vicinity. Unlike Ivan that blasts his fire in one straight line, Eron is just like the others, although more devastating and its burn is continuous, making the ground molten for every breath he takes.
"Sneaky little!"
Eron wanted to curse as he could still not catch Teren's tail. The Drago Elites have exhausted their energy and were now resting in fear. Meanwhile, Eron didn't seem to use his energy from how energetic he is. Furthermore, half of the fiery devastation came from him.
However, he does not know that Teren was already fighting for his life now. No matter how fast he is, if he's surrounded by fire, there's no escape.
"Teleporting would've been so convenient right now..."
Teren muttered as he sat down and tended his wounds. It would take him a while before he fully removes the cinders that kept eating up his skin then that's when he could heal himself.
