It was over.
That was what Nial thought when he felt Damian's guidance.
He couldn't hear his Master and neither was he able to perceive his existence. However, what Nial was able to feel was clearly Damian, his mastery of the Spear, and the Ancestral techniques he had used to defeat the other Advocates.
"Finally…" He mumbled, taking a deep breath in the midst of the sea of flames.
The Advocate of the Pryard stared at the sea of flames with satisfaction. Nial had been buried in it and it was only a matter of time before his energy was drained and his screams resounded in the divine hall.
It was at this moment.
Nial shot out of the flames, which were seemingly devouring him.
Oddly enough, the flames didn't harm him anymore. On the contrary, it looked like the devouring flames were being devoured!
Was that even possible?!
