"Fuck," he cursed, his voice laced with a hint of panic as he witnessed the flames engulfing his wrist. In a moment of surprise, he instinctively backed off, creating some distance between us.
Seizing the opportunity, I quickly reacted. As his palm released its grip on my neck, I swiftly reached out, grabbing the edge of the wall for support. The flames continued to dance along his wrist, casting an eerie glow in the dimly lit room.With a swift and determined movement, I dashed into the room, my heart pounding with adrenaline. Alver, recovering from the flames on his hand, unleashed a powerful wind tendril aimed directly at me.
Before I could react, the force of the wind slammed into me, propelling my body forcefully against the wall. The impact sent a jolt of pain coursing through me, causing me to grunt in agony as I quickly regained my footing.
