Bab 179: • Worthy Of A Boss Fight

The wind slapped against his face, his hair and his scarf danced behind like flags of determination, his feet were planted deep and steady on the scales of the three-headed dragon, and his eyes glistened with granite.

Spheris stood on top of the Gehennarac who he had named Vexarion, his hands holding a shadow tendril that he had tied tightly on its central horns. And he had never been more determined yet frightened to battle a beast.

Sensing the flapping of the Gehennarac's wings, the Frostfire turned around and saw the giant winged lizard speeding towards it like a shadow spear.

Spheris held tightly to his tendril and cried, "Vexarion! Middle head!" The loyal shadow beast responded with a thunderous roar, throat bulging as it readied itself.

"Burn!!!" Spheris commanded.

Vexarion immediately unleashed a torrent of black fire out of its mouth, engulfing the Firefrost with scorching Umbrage.