With a sudden burst of rage, the Macrostas unleashed a ferocious wave of volcanic energy towards Xylon.
Despite his quick reflexes and powerful dark energy shield, the attack was too close and too intense for him to fully withstand. Xylon's body was engulfed in flames, and he let out a blood-curdling scream as he fell to the ground, writhing in agony.
As he lay there, his body badly burned and broken, Xylon couldn't help but curse himself for his foolishness.
He knew he should have fled the moment he saw the Macrostas. But his pride had gotten the better of him, and now he was paying the price.
Through the haze of pain and despair, Xylon managed to muster up some of his dark energy to form a healing spell.
It was slow going, but eventually, the spell began to work its magic, mending his broken bones and soothing his scorched skin.
