Alan took a moment to sit on the cracked ice, waiting for his wounds to heal. The Phoenix bloodline, although powerful, was failing to meet his expectations nowadays, The stronger the creatures he faced, he had trouble healing from the injuries inflicted by them. Perhaps...he was just getting too wild for the bloodline.
Perhaps.
Laying down on the cold ice, which felt very nice to him, he looked at the corpse of the Minotaur king.
"...?"
A confused expression came on his face, he could see the Minotaur King's body slowly evaporate into light, or perhaps turn to dust. He thought his eyes were playing tricks on him.
But it was true.
"Wait... I was going to sacrifice that to the Altar."
