The Vermillion Bird continued to surge in flames, rolling them outward off its entire body in a wave, and it pitched upward into the sky, trying to throw them off.
Lena grinned from where she was standing.
Eden didn't look at her. He couldn't. He had one hand desperately gripping onto the Vermillion Bird, even as his hand burned with an intense pain beyond anything he had experienced in life, and one hand on his wand as he continuously cast.
It hurt, it really damn hit! Every inch of his body was screaming at him to just let go already! To stop hurting himself! It felt as if he was taking a scalpel to himself and flaying himself alive.
If he just let go, his hand would stop getting destroyed. It was worse than gripping the fire that fuels a stove.
