After effortlessly dispatching the Emberhart patriarch, Roxana turned her attention to Lucas, who was standing calmly, facing the two remaining Emberhart elders. A faint smirk tugged at her lips, amused by the scene unfolding before her.
The two elders, their faces twisted in fury and desperation, exchanged a glance before charging at Lucas, their fists igniting with flames. "You'll pay for this!" one of them bellowed, his voice shaking with rage. The air around them crackled with heat as they unleashed their strongest attack—Flaming Dragon Fist.
"Die!" the other elder shouted, the fiery glow from his fists intensifying as both hurled themselves at Lucas with all their might.
But Lucas didn't move. He stood still, his expression as calm and indifferent as ever. The elders' fiery punches struck his body, the flames licking at his skin like they were hungry for blood. Yet, nothing happened. The fire sputtered harmlessly against him, leaving no mark, no damage—nothing.
