Inside the sphere, Ikky's mind was fragmented into multiple subroutines, one prevented the heat from incinerating him, another healed the wounds caused by the lightning, another kept him there in the center levitating, a part of his consciousness fought with his own mana against the prison of fire so that it would not reduce to death, to give him time to think about how to get out of this deadly trap.
The pressure, the temperature, everything was pushing the Spaniard to the maximum, it was a dangerous and desperate situation, but Ikky did not want to give up.
Ikky's mind was divided again and again, until he could assimilate all the elements, not only his fire magic was inserted into the sphere itself, but his lightning magic kept the discharges at bay, but the most important thing is that Ikky did not intend to give up, his will was iron, he wanted to win at all costs.
