King Vardisia shattered the spear, freeing himself, but his breaths were labored, his body trembling, on the verge of collapsing. Egologia was in the sky, getting closer and closer.
"Hah, Your Majesty..." His voice dripped with sarcasm. "You look like a scarecrow now... What happened to you? A sack of grain devoured by birds?"
His eyes narrowed as he descended slowly. "A foolish decision to let me live... Even lowly creatures like you have their pride and traditions, don't they?"
The king panted, watching him approach, as if preparing for something.
"That damned iguana..." the king said in a hoarse voice. "I should have killed you myself... The element of fire... I wanted the captive iguana to kill you... She's the only one unaffected by your flames..."
He raised his head with difficulty, his body bleeding icy heat. "I think I'll burn because of this... You're more chaotic than I expected."
