Several blazing fireballs along with waves of pitch-black energy surged violently in Al's direction.
The young man's gaze sharpened as he observed the incoming barrage, and his eyes briefly caught sight of the two battered figures before him. The crimson-orange light of the flames reflected within his pupils, flickering like molten lava, while the scorching heat distorted the air around him, suffocating and oppressive. A wave of reluctance crossed his mind, and without hesitation, he leapt backward with a swift motion, releasing his grip from Jogo and Rudi in order to evade the attack.
