Daimon's instincts flared instantly, but even before he could move, the sticky black liquid caught fire—and instantly, he was on fire.
"Rahhhh! Haa! AHhh!" Screams that could barely be seen from where they were coming rang loudly.
The Daimon wailed like a dying animal, its every scream increasing its Aetheric pressure, causing more explosions around it—but the flames weren't affected.
Johan stared coldly at the wails of the beast, feeling nothing in his heart as he exited the [Spirit Dive] while increasing his output—making the flames stronger, and even more violent.
But, Johan being his usual cautious self—or just having common sense—didn't want to spend his entire Aether reserves on a single manabeast. Hereso, he decided if the Daimon didn't give up with ten percent of his Aether reserves depleted, he would put the plan with Orihime into action.
Now, it was just about watching.
