Duke Haborym's attention snapped fully onto Damian as the prince came charging straight at him, his body engulfed in raging white flames that roared like a living storm.
The sheer intensity of it distorted the air.
Gritting his teeth, the Duke's expression hardened.
"So you insist…" he muttered.
If the flames could not be avoided, then they would be endured. His demonic energy surged instantly.
A dense yet razor-thin layer of power coated his entire body, clinging tightly to his skin as it turned a deep, blood-red hue. The aura pulsed violently, compressing around him like armor forged from pure malice.
Then he moved. Clenching his fist Duke Haborym punched out.
BOOOOOOM!!!
The collision erupted like a detonation.
Damian's white flames were blasted apart, the force of the strike tearing through the inferno as his body was thrown backward through the air. The impact rippled through his arm, numbing it instantly as the sheer power behind the blow traveled up his bones.
