The King of Vardisia shattered the spear, freeing himself, but his breaths were labored, his body trembling, nearly collapsing to the ground. Egologia was in the sky, drawing closer and closer…
"Hah, Your Majesty…" His voice dripped with mockery. "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 hoarsely. "I should have killed you myself… The fire element… I wanted the captive iguana to kill you… It's the only one that wouldn't be affected by your flames…" He lifted his head with difficulty, his body bleeding icy heat. "I suppose I will burn because of this… You are more chaotic than I expected."
