But things didn't go as planned.
Just as his punch was about to make contact, a ghost came out of Varyn's stomach, jagged fangs opened to bite him, and at the same time, his hand on the weapon began to sink through.
'What the...!!'
He stopped his punch with great difficulty, releasing the fire blast, and at the same time, he used an explosion at his feet to get away, yanking his hand from the weapon.
He glanced at his right hand after he created space between them. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The surface of his hand was covered in black essence that disappeared to show the frost beneath!
Quickly, he brought fire to his hand, but it was slow in burning out the frost. 'How's this possible?'
"Surprised?" Varyn was resting on his scythe, smiling. "It's not ordinary frost. It's the cold of the underworld. It's not something easily burned."
Atrox narrowed his eyes. 'This is going to take time.'
