Without sustaining a single wound, his territory crushed wave after wave, obliterating cocatrixs, cinder hounds, and demonic bears.
His essence leapt up to sixty-three points. Even better. Ifrit had asked him for a pause to proceed with his evolution.
After asking the imps and confirming that his took longer than usual, probably because of the comprehensive modifications of his body, he agreed.
With the third wave complete, the lesser djinn emerged in all his glory, causing him to gawk at his new form.
More than a fiery demon, Ifrit became a towering minor embodiment of fire, with bright flames constantly licking and draping his limbs. Two fiery ambers burned in his eyes with the ambition to continue on his path and bring honor to the name given by his lord.
After congratulating Ifrit and authorising Bart to evolve next, he gawked at the djinn's lethal efficiency.
