112- A Fatal Greeting (Part 2)

Giggling at the inexplicable anger wrapped around the dragon, Darmiz was in the air.

Utterly enjoying the moment where he had lost his mind and breathed black flame.

"She was in a secret village. Death Valley is the name if I recall correctly," 

Explaining, he jumped upward.

Going upwards to escape the rage of his imperishable flames that once caught, won't unless they annihilate the target.

"Is he walking in the air?" Aldina asked, turning to Xerxes.

"No, he controls souls and creates illusions. If you pay close attention to his feet you will see sparks," Xerxes said, pointing to how he was jumping higher before landing onto top of Zirkos who scowled.

"Yeah, yeah, what are those sparks?"

"Those are the hands of the souls the demon has capture, they are supporting him to stand, he can't actually stand in the air," 

"My, that sounds so scary,"