The warmth of his blood started to melt the ice as it slowly moved on the surface. Below him, he could see the Arthur, the boy that had just conjured the spike now penetrating his monster flesh. For the first time in 500 years, Tal ho felt cold. Now that he thought about it, was Tal-ho even his real name?
"500 years, that's how long I've damn lived. And I've never seen a mage of such caliber…" he coughed, staring at the injured boy. His eyes were a mixture of determination and fear—the fear of death—something he hadn't felt in a long time.
"How? Did you…"
"It was for a brief moment, but I was able to use ice after I consumed mana when you used the hydra's cold beam. Same goes for the white flames—it's a bi-product of your creation." Arthur explained, the grunts in his voice were being caused by the intense pain he felt after draining his core.
