"Your arcane is running dry isn't it?" The monster pressed forward with his hand, getting closer to Belialthorn's throat with each passing moment.
Belialthorn narrowed his eyes, he was getting closer with fully visualizing the formation. He just had to keep this monster from ripping out his throat in the meantime.
"And what's that to you?" The truth was Belialthorn didn't know if his core would power this spell but since he wasn't dead yet, he had to use any tricks he had.
The monster's hand stiffened and Belialthorn knew he was getting ready for the final push that would tear out his throat but as if the monster could read his mind, he smiled and opened his mouth instead.
Belialthorn's eyes widen. He wasn't going for my throat!
Fire flickered from the monster's throat and Belialthorn tried to move back but the monster's wings of fire enveloped the two of them like a lover's embrace.
