Mane And Abelard: When The Prideful Join Hands Part III

“Hot hot hot” the possessed screamed out when its torso was reconnected to its lower half. It rolled around on the ground, trying its hardest to put out the fire. Although it couldn’t be killed by normal means, it still felt pain. After a few seconds of rolling around, the fire went out. But it wasn’t because of its efforts. The fire went out because Mane had broken his connection to it. Since the creepy thing couldn’t die, keeping his flames going would only be a waste of his inner energy. Of course the possessed that had the mind of a little boy didn’t think so. As far as it was concerned, the fire went out because of its efforts.

It got up quickly and scanned the battlefield. Once it found what it was looking for, its eyes twinkled like a little boy who had been given some sweets and a silly smile plastered his face. He rushed to the part of the battlefield that had what he was looking for.

“A rod?” Mane was curious to