64. Fighting The Mountain Wolf King (3)
It was not due to the will to live, Eryndor could care less about that at the moment. What drove his mind at the moment was the need for blood, the need for vengeance.
He let out a primal roar, his tone darkening into something chaotic. His vision blurred for a moment and he felt a surge of power, it felt eerie familiar quite similar to what he felt from the legacy only much more real. Ebergy poured into his body and magic crackled around him in the form of a large vortex of air.
The mountain wolf king just inches from Eryndor froze it's hair standing up. The air around them twisted and turned like huge turbines. The power Eryndor felt only lasted for a few seconds but he made good use of it and poured all of it into his flame magic.
