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Thus far, this technique hadn't been having the desired effect on the Beast of Lorent. Every time previously that Hector had used it, Chort had either caught it or recovered from the impact shortly thereafter. Hector had to step his game up somehow.

And he had an idea.

Temperature manipulation was still a fairly tricky thing for him, but he'd been getting a lot of experience with it in his more recent training sessions with Zeff. While he suspected the colder temperatures would have more of an effect on Chort in terms of slowing it down, he also knew from trial and error that his iron would become structurally weaker when frozen.

On the opposite end of the heat spectrum, though, Chort and its spawn hadn't seemed particularly affected by higher temperatures--at the beginning of the fight, at least. Some of them had even been breathing fire. But that most recent strike from Salvador had clearly achieved something. Maybe that had just been the result of the Lord Delaguna's undead strength, but Hector was prepared to give it a go.

Heat was all relative, anyway, If their previous attempts to burn the enemy hadn't been effective, then maybe they just needed to go even hotter.

Molten iron was something that Hector had wanted to do for a long time but had only recently had the both the skill and opportunity to test out. It hadn't exactly gone well. He'd scorched his right arm and neck, and he'd dealt with stinging pain there for days after Garovel had healed him. He had technically pulled it off, though. Just not elegantly.

Maybe it was a bad time to be conducting tests like this, but that wasn't what was going through his head, right now. He just wanted to do as much damage to Chort as he could possibly imagine.