I unleashed all the firepower I had been holding back and sent a powerful blow towards the self-proclaimed King of the undead. My blade came down in a vertical strike, carrying a raging tornado of flames.
The metal itself wouldn't be enough to harm the undead—but those blazing flames would certainly burn that pile of bones to a crisp.
Zalrorg twisted his body to the side, trying to avoid being split in half from head to toe. As a result, my Flame Sword struck him from the collarbone down.
I could hear the sound of his bones cracking under the heat. The slash carried through past my enemy, erupting into a violent explosion of fire.
The wildfire was immense—on par with the explosion Justine and I had used to blow up the narrow passage in the mine. But apparently, it still wasn't enough to defeat our opponent in a single hit.
Inside the burning flames, the skeleton was still moving. His silhouette within the fire gave Zalrorg a ghostly appearance as he extended his hand towards me.
