A torrent of flames burst forth from Adam's palms.
It cascaded down like a burning waterfall, engulfing the Winter Lord, his undead knights, and the few remaining skeletons and zombies clustered around him.
Fire roared across the frozen ground, steam exploding into the air as ice met flame. Undead bodies burned rapidly, their frozen armor cracking and melting as the heat tore through them.
The battlefield was swallowed by fire, the clash of opposing forces turning the icy tundra into a scene of raging destruction.
High up in the air, Adam watched coldly as the fire swallowed the Winter Lord and his minions. He remained on full alert, for he knew the Elder wasn't going down so easily.
And just as he expected…
In the next instant, more than a hundred frozen spears tore through the inferno and streaked toward him with deadly accuracy.
