And he still didn't give up. This time he curved wide, avoiding Ragnar again, but came at the wall from the opposite side.
He was cautious now. Instead of charging straight ahead, he kept running along the ground and waved his hand. Instantly, the air caught fire, and hundreds of blazing fireballs shot forward like meteors, streaking toward the wall and high above it.
I couldn't help but smile. So, he wanted to test the defenses. Fine. I let the fireballs crash harmlessly against the walls and scatter into the air, giving him just enough to believe there was no resistance. Let him feed his curiosity.
The moment he saw his fireballs fly without hitting anything, he blurred forward again, rushing straight toward the castle. His speed ripped through the air, his body flickering between flame and flesh.
