Capítulo 58: Emotions

Drakon's spear arced in a wide sweep and sliced through numerous abominations, burning them to a crisp. His polychromatic eyes sparked like a raging blaze. It was as if they gave one a glimpse inside the Ember heir's core.

Drakon's lips curled into a crazy grin as he basked in the deadly chaos. He couldn't help but be infected by the Defiled's bloodlust. And so, his attacks had become more savage. Brutal. Immolating. 

A sense of anticipation welled within the Ember heir. After this fight with the Dark Elves was over, he hoped this blasted bottleneck of his would loosen, allowing him to ascend into an Expert Mage.

With that desire motivating him, Drakon threw himself into the furious crucible of combat. He thrust, pierced, and blocked, his figure burning like a scorching apparition of hell. Wisps of steam swirled around him. Wherever he went, the Ember heir left the remains of a scorching inferno in his wake.