MadPhoenix as his username read, sat on the tree branch nearby and looked on as a product of his Phantasm skill dealt with his opponent.
The skills and abilities of the bird were all determined by his imagination and how he put them together to form something. The physique of the bird was also determined by how he had imagined it to be. Its horrendous and absurd features all evolved from the depth of his imagination.
He had imagined great and overpowered stats for the bird but now, it appeared that although the details he had made sure to add would enhance the unbeatable and incomprehensible strength of his creation, there was something that could be done to put his imagination to its demise.
His pupils dilated not only with surprise but with the fear that he would be the next to perish. It happened quite fast and the event took an unexpected turn.
