With the temperature above his head rising to a degree where even his clothes and hair had started to burn to a crisp, the Corpse General swiftly looked above his head only to see a fist getting closer with each flash of a moment.
And with just one eye which he had, the dread and fear continued to multiply as the fist draped in fire continued to zoom within his eye.
All these hundreds of years since he had been resurrected by the magical powers of his master, there had been nothing which could make him feel so much fear.
In fact, even when facing his master, he would only feel pressured and not the fear and dread that he was feeling right now when facing this handful of flame.
When he saw the flaming fist at first, he was a bit amused, but not shocked as if this certain magic was not new to him in the least.
But as the fist continued to near him, his face started to contort into that of extreme pain and started to twist in great horror.
