Nightmare
Belialthorn inhaled the hot air surrounding him and his eyes narrowed. He did the Flow to stimulate his core, breathing fast in a way that made his inside feel as if he had drank magma. "Let's put it to test shall we? Let's see who burns the hottest."
Belialthorn felt this in his bones as he faced this monster with three heads. He felt excitement. This was a challenge, a test of spell against spell, strength against strength.
Something he didn't have the privilege of doing in Demon City because his Bloodline Trait would make him weak to Demons.
But now, a slow grin spread on his lips. "You dare?"
The fire the creature wore flickered until it looked as if he was wearing shadows. "I dare and your ashes will be your witness you fool!"
The monster released a sheet of black fire that seared the air but Belialthorn was already above it and he watched in satisfaction as it ate into the ranks of smaller monsters.