Blessing Of Fire

The word caveman suited the man perfectly. Although quite handsome, he ran with much trouble and tripped on his own feet on every step. His balance was awful, and his sheer rage prevented him from improving it.

As he ran towards Alex, a shrill scream escaped his lips. Immediately, the amethyst-eyed boy rushed forward before impaling his chest with Durendal. 

Blood streamed to the ground, and the Pseudo-Phoenix spat crimson liquid from his lips. He collapsed on his knees before forming an expression of pain and agony. Alex simply watched from above.

"Die," muttered Alex before slicing the phoenix's head. 

After it had died, Alex fell to the ground in pain. The stinging sensation had increased severalfold, and the fire mana was beginning to eat away at his mana channels. He predicted a few hours of meditation would be needed to return to his peak.

That was, if his condition didn't worsen.