The Flame Kirin's eyes flickered with fire as it slightly shook its massive head, "So it was, all because of that useless fellow."
Forst Herald, staggering to the Flame Kirin's side, cried out indignantly, "Hey, you two are actually having a chat here. Hurry up and kill this dimwit!"
Ethan, gasping for breath, continued to buy time, "So it seems, to defeat you, one must wield a flame even stronger than yours."
"Exactly," the Flame Kirin responded succinctly.
"Why is that?" Ethan was genuinely puzzled, seeking an answer while also trying to extend their conversation.
The Flame Kirin, observing Ethan's weakened state, knew that it wouldn't even need to strike.
Ethan would crumble like a porcelain doll, his body breaking apart piece by piece.
Perhaps it had been a long time since the Flame Kirin had spoken to anyone, for it seemed willing to elaborate.
