"Ah…" Malisius groaned all of a sudden and felt the pain sweep all over his body. He slowly began to realise there was something wrong as the heat in his body began to die down. His fluttering wings felt weak, unable to keep him hovering in the air.
"What's happening… to… me?" Confusion took over as his brain lost the necessary blood to function.
Soon after, his massive body dived down like a massive meteor. His body, still burning with fire, eventually landed with a loud thud, forming a small crater around itself. With that, King Malisius, a Supreme Wizard, took his last breaths. Angered, confused and desperate to live, but there was nothing they could do.
Sylvester and Rathagun watched the giant fall helplessly. If they had attempted to heal him in that state, they were sure to have expanded all their solarium reserves. Fighting the Demon would have become impossible.
