I collected my mana into my hands, and then, I…
Burned.
Flames erupted from my palms in twin streams of molten orange. With one arm aimed to the left and one to the right, I raked fire across the battlefield as we soared above it like a mythological beast. The screams that followed were guttural and animalistic. Utterly desperate and full of misery.
A squad of lionkin who had broken through to threaten Lucille's flank disintegrated in the blaze. Fire kissed their skin before devouring them whole. Some tried to dive away. They didn't make it far. One of the elder warriors managed to weather the initial wave, with his armor glowing red but not yielding, until I focused a full column of my fire on him alone. He boiled in his armor, dropping with a metallic thud that echoed even over the chaos.
[You've slain Lazhur (Level 39). You've gained 80,000 XP.]
[You've reached level 33.]
I instantly summoned my status window and spent the points.
[Name: Quinlan Elysiar]
