His heart was racing as if it would come out right now. Anxiousness, nervousness, terror, adrenaline, dopamine, sexual pleasure—say whatever. He was feeling something new, a mix of all these.
His finger was just a few centimeters from the burning beak, with waves of flames loftily moving. His entire hand caught fire in under a second.
"Ugh!" he groaned. "Endure… I have to endure! Persevere this and… well, I'll fucking live! What a great thing!"
Convincing himself, he walked forward more. He was using the hand covered with runic tattoos to touch the bird. It had slightly better resistance to all elements. And there was probably a skin, but no skin beneath those flames at all.
Although his hand touched the beast, the rest of his body still stretched back, ready to run away as soon as possible.
