The fur of the colossus did not merely hang from its frame; its tips flickered with malevolent life. Wisps of scarlet and orange electrical fire danced across the bear's hide like jagged snakes.
William watched these sparks with a grim, knowing gaze. He knew those wisps were far more than a visual intimidation tactic.
Each one was a concentrated spark of "Undying Fire." A single Scarlet Bear, if provoked, could saturate a hundred-meter radius in an ocean of this relentless flame, a conflagration that would consume stone and spirit alike.
In the face of such a disaster, a spirit master's options were tragically limited. There was no conventional water or ice spell that could extinguish the Undying Fire; the only path to survival was to slay the beast immediately or force it into an entirely different combat cycle, disrupting its concentration.
