Duke Haborym did not hesitate. His foot slammed into the ground.
BOOM!
From that single step, an immense tide of hellfire erupted outward, swelling into a monstrous tsunami of emerald flames that roared across the battlefield with unstoppable force, devouring everything in its path as it surged toward Damian.
The pressure crashed down once more. But this time, it was different.
Damian stood his ground, his eyes steady as the incoming inferno reflected within them. The suffocating weight that had once threatened to crush him now felt manageable. He had endured it once. His body had adapted and mind had sharpened.
This was no longer unfamiliar territory!
His gaze narrowed.
'It's not the pressure… it's the volume.'
That was the true problem.
His white flames, the Ninefold Samsara Firefox, were powerful beyond reason, capable of consuming other flames, but they were bound to a technique. Their output had limits. No matter how potent they were, they could not endlessly expand.
