The Primal Emerging

Icarus gnawed in pain and he shook his wings to stagger him, but Van already took off.

Icarus willed his flesh and pulled out the stake stabbed behind him. Blood pouring out until it sealed shut. Icarus gasped. The pain traveled in his heart and in stomach. “You fuck! You’re a fast runner, huh.” He broke to laughter. “I see then.”

Icarus levitated. “If you’re not going to get out, then I’ll just make you.”

One of the abilities that those witches endowed to him was magic. He heard the existence of it, but wasn’t well verse nor interested as it was known as witchcraft in his ages and using one might be put him in the hanging bridge. This is a new age and he doesn’t need to hesitate. The fire magic bestowed upon him will be put in good use.

Icarus muttered the spell. “Viven pulsa fiere.”

His hand clasped together and tails of fire spewed out of its wings.