JULIAN coughed up a huge chunk of blood.
When he saw his clan murdered by Winchell, he was filled with rage and attacked the Red Phoenix. But he was a man who lived in peace. And therefore, his power wasn't enough to even scratch his uncle– his uncle who hated him so much until the end.
It didn't take Winchell a while to bring him down.
All the Red Phoenix had to do was burn him to death using his Red Flame.
"Kill me," Julian said in a tired, hoarse voice while lying on the ground. It was a miracle that he could still talk in that state. Perhaps, it was because he knew it was already his dying moment. He should at least say whatever he wanted. "Do you hate me so much that you couldn't even give me a painless death, Uncle?"
He called Winchell "uncle" on purpose because he knew he would hate to hear it.
