Lancelot's burning figure snapped up, rising without needing to jump, crashing onto Dominic's chest, before rising further still.
Flames blew everywhere, propelling Lancelot upward, lifting Dominic while engulfing him in his scorching spell. Still, the sky had no safety since the phoenix's attack was coming.
Actually, it was already there.
Flames caught Dominic on both sides, and then from every direction. Lancelot kept rising through the pillar of the phoenix's creation, as if wanting to create an upside-down version of the very meteorite his powerful opponent had summoned earlier.
Except that Lancelot didn't have a single mocking vein in him. He didn't care for pride, rules of the cultivation world, or politics. He lost himself in the moment, laughing despite his very flesh being on fire.
