From within the burning haze, a single, calm voice slipped out like steel cutting through silk.
"…Pathetic."
The smoke parted, Garius stood exactly where he had been, his cloak fluttering gently, a single hand raised loosely before him. Not a scratch. Not a burn.
Even Giddie, behind him, remained seated, chest puffed proudly as if mocking the attack itself.
The ground around Garius was cracked and scorched in a perfect circle, yet his body, his presence, remained utterly untouched.
His voice was calm, carrying across the battlefield.
"If insects like those are all you can muster, you're not even worth my time."
The enemy's grin split wider, eyes gleaming with mania.
He snapped his fingers, flames roared to life, engulfing Garius's head in an inferno. The air shimmered from the heat, the blaze howling as though eager to consume everything.
"Kikikiki! Burn, weakling!"
But before the flames fully cleared, the enemy's body flickered, vanishing from sight.
