Theo extinguished the flames on the Drake’s Fang Blade, his eyes fixated on the mass before him. The earlier sneer had vanished, leaving only traces of agony on its face.

“It seems incapable of fear.”

Had it felt fear, there would have been a fleeting change in expression the moment the flames were withdrawn.

“Even burned, its regenerative abilities remain intact.”

The hiss of searing flesh echoed as the once-blazing threads of fire dissipated. The rapidly regenerating mass momentarily heaved with labored breaths before its features contorted in pain.

The prelude was over.

Both combatants shared the same sentiment as …