The moment Kenjirou's palm flared, the black fire shot forward like a swarm of cursed meteors.
They spiraled and screamed through the air, chasing the Halfling General with unnatural precision.
"Shit—!"
The General jumped, rolled, and spun—doing everything he could to evade the barrage. But the orbs followed him like hungry predators, curving midair and refusing to miss.
With no other choice, he turned in midair and swung one of his axes at the closest orb.
BOOM!!
The impact shattered the air. His axe struck the black fire dead-on—and melted instantly, exploding in a burst of mana and metal shards. The shockwave sent him tumbling through the air.
He hit the ground hard, shoulder-first, sliding across the dirt with a harsh grunt.
His grip tightened on the remaining axe as he panted, his body already scorched in several places.
"Damn it…"
He leaped again—but stumbled.
His footing slipped on blood-slicked soil, and his knees buckled.
