Ch 58: The Rise of the Tyrant

The wisp of black flame floated lazily through the air before it finally reached the mage.

The moment it touched him, an inferno erupted.

The mage's entire body was engulfed in the dark fire.

He screamed... a blood-curdling, animalistic cry that reverberated through the battlefield.

The flames hungrily devoured him, starting with his skin, which blackened and peeled away like paper.

His flesh melted, oozing down his body in grotesque streams as he clawed desperately at his own face, hoping to extinguish the fire.

But his efforts only made it worse.

"Aaaaaargh! SPARE ME! PLEASE!"

The mage stumbled forward, his voice trembling with desperation.

His body was failing, yet he held onto a fragile sliver of hope... that if he begged, if he groveled, this boy, this demon, would spare him.

But that hope was shattered with his very next step.

The moment he tried to move, his lower body crumbled under him.