It's with that decisive blow that the Fogueria red hot flames finally fades. The fiery beast lets out another agonized cry as it blindly lashes out at Nero but soon its bright orange flames fade into smoke. It takes a few moments for the fire to burn out completely but once it does, the Fogueria is no more.

"Finally," Regis mutters as he tiredly leans against a nearby tree. "It's dead." He announces hoping it to be true now that the beast has vanished yet again. While there are no known side effects to wielding magic, Regis is starting to feel his age. He's tired, to say the least. Exhausted, even. However, he does his best not to show it.

"What's your name?" Regis asks once he finally finds his breath. "I don't believe I asked earlier."