Although the blue-flame empyrean lion has survived getting struck by heaven's blight, it was in no condition to continue fighting with Elliot. There was anger in its eye. It was angry at both itself and Elliot. It cursed itself as a fool for giving Elliot the chance to strike once. It condemned its opponent for using a heaven-shaking and earth-rendering move at the very start of the battle. It had never seen a person as shameless and tactless as Elliot. He not only took his generosity for granted and took the most significant advantage of it but also broke the standard norm of fighting, which was to always use the ultimate move at the end of the battle!
Why didn't he start from using his low-level moves and then move on to using his final attack? Why did he use his ultimate at the very start? Why was he so different than all the opponents it had faced so far? Why?!!
All these thoughts appeared on its face as it glared at Elliot.