Lifting his sword, Vexar dashed toward her, but before he could close the distance, multiple chains of flame appeared from the ground and bound him in place.
Pyra's eyes glowed for a second as the sword in his hand melted into oblivion. The smile on her face faded as she looked at Vexar with a bit of killing intent as well.
A chill ran down his spine as drops of sweat began to form on his forehead. The blood inside his body began to rebel, trying to consume him from within.
Everything continued for a few seconds before the same smile reappeared on Pyra's face. With a calm smile, she observed the demon.
Even with all this, he was looking at her with nothing but pure hatred. He stared at her, completely forgetting about the condition he was in a moment ago. If stares were enough to kill, then Pyra would have already died a thousand times over.
