An indescribable sensation ran down my right arm—a strong urge accompanied by a burning pain. If I didn't release this enormous force, I felt like my body would explode. But I suppressed the power and circled behind Margon.
'Where should I strike?'
Destructive Retribution is a technique that strikes a single point with tremendous light and heat.
The area of effect is wide, but it needs to hit accurately. However, Margon's body was unclear, as the crimson aura burned so fiercely.
Besides, Margon was unlike any being I had encountered before. I had no idea where to hit to make it fatal.
**Whoosh!**
"Kekekeke! You finally showed up, huh?"
As if sensing my presence, the incarnation of fire turned its massive body towards me, perceiving me as a more dangerous enemy than Vargas, who only threw explosive vials.
But why does he react as if he was waiting?
"We've never even met before, so why are you acting like we're close?"
