The flames burned with extreme ferocity. Yet when the wind swept past, it was clear to see that aside from the fire, there was not a single figure within the deep pit.
Time rewound to a moment earlier.
The blazing arrow illuminated Grewu's terror. It knew it could not dodge. There was despair in its heart, yet also a calm acceptance of death.
However, at the most critical moment, Grewu felt a force come from behind it. It froze for a moment, then heard a roaring gust at its ear. Its vision went black, and it vanished from where it stood.
When it came back to its senses, it was already on the other side of the battlefield.
At the same time, harsh panting came from behind it.
Turning around, it saw a phantom slip into Angel's body. It appeared to be a soul.
An out-of-body soul? Even as Grewu wondered, a sharp pain suddenly spread up from beneath it.
Looking down, it saw only a flash of bright red.
With Angel's soul leaving his body earlier, Grewu had indeed evaded the attack that could have killed it. However, the flame arrow enhanced by the Lord of No Flame had an enormous danger zone created by the burning power of the flames alone. Although Angel had successfully taken Grewu out of the arrow's path, Grewu had still been caught in the range of the scorching fire.
Just a glancing scrape had torn a massive hole through Grewu's chest and abdomen.
Blood gushed continuously from the wound.
Though Grewu had escaped the fatal blow, that scrape had nearly taken its life.
Angel stood behind Grewu. Though he had also been struck by the impact, Grewu had taken all the force head-on, so Angel had suffered only superficial injuries. They were not