The Flameborn Lion's inferno had reached its limit, a testament to its exceptional martial prowess. If it hadn't unleashed this final burst, the flames would have consumed Anos, inflicting severe injuries.
As Anos circled around the dwindling flames, he spotted the Flameborn Lion's fleeing figure. Its majestic strides, once full of strength and ferocity, now faltered due to its wounds.
If uninjured, the lion would have clashed with Anos, refusing to back down. But now, its instincts screamed survival. The lion's pride and dominance were momentarily set aside, replaced by a primal urge to escape.
"Run?" Anos exclaimed, his voice laced with amusement. His feet stirred up whirlwinds as he unleashed his Speed Shadow martial skill. In an instant, his speed skyrocketed, and he gave chase.