6kv Chapter 239 Pride of a phoenix
Chapter 239 Pride of a phoenix
Anthony quickly opened his eyes, startled by a sense of unease that ran through his body. With a swift movement, he drew his sword, but the darkness of the cave seemed even denser around him. After a few moments of tense vigilance, Anthony scratched his head, confused. He detected no threatening presence, and he was sure he had thoroughly checked his surroundings.
With a shrug, he decided it was probably just his imagination playing tricks on him. He sat back down, trying to relax and closing his eyes to focus. However, a persistent feeling of unease lingered in the back of his mind.
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A great red flame consumed trees in its path; Eleanor moved gracefully with her sword in hand, her amber eyes shining intensely. The flames of her sword began to greedily devour the oxygen in the area, a torrent of flames spreading rapidly throughout the forest. Trees fell without any objection to the terrible flames, and the temperature quickly rose to 60 degrees Celsius.
Eleanor's red hair shone brightly as she gripped the hilt with maximum power; her body was engulfed in flames as she soared through the air like a meteor.
Edward frowned, sweat dripping down his forehead. He gripped his cloak tighter as the muscles of his body contracted, and his aura enveloped his body, trying to ignore the intense heat around him accompanied by the consuming flames. His eyes widened as he watched a huge incandescent ball heading straight towards him; swinging his hammer, he clashed head-on with Eleanor's flaming sword.
A massive explosion of power accompanied by a sea of flames filled the area once again. Eleanor, with her beautiful wings of amber and dark red, elegantly moved through the air; the temperature in the area rose to 80 degrees Celsius. Edward had a solemn expression; his four-meter-tall body was large and magnificent, a beautiful armor completely covering his body.
His red eyes fixed on Eleanor as she descended like a meteor once again.
Edward looked at his own body, marked by some second-degree burns caused by the fierce flames. In contrast, Eleanor's body was completely destroyed, her endurance tested to the limit by the intensity of the confrontation.
Eleanor let out a laugh mixed with blood, aware that the ability she had just unleashed, the "Rising Sun," was far from being under her control. By activating her bloodline, she had concentrated all her flames in one point, an act that required exceptional mana control to prevent it from becoming unstable.
But Eleanor had tried anyway, willing to risk everything to take Edward down with her, although she knew that in this dimension, she wouldn't truly die. If that had happened in the real world, she would have perished consumed by her own flames.
The instability of the small sun created by her technique caused a violent reaction in her own body. Although she had bet on this extreme move, Eleanor did not achieve her final goal. Nevertheless, she felt satisfied with herself; she had wounded and almost defeated one of the three greats of the first year, having given her all without regrets.
Clenching her teeth, feeling the flames consuming her insides, she released another mouthful of blood.
Her eyes fell on her sword, lying on the ground, and she picked it up with a trembling hand. The skin of her hands peeled away from her flesh due to the intense heat, but Eleanor endured the pain, placing the tip of the sword against her own heart.
Blood adorned the hilt of her weapon, but she, with a smile on her lips, thought to herself, "Yes, this is the pride of a phoenix," before piercing her heart with her own sword.
Edward remained motionless as he watched Eleanor's body stay in the same position, her blood oozing from her wound only to fall to the ground before small flames emerged from her.