Quinlan exhaled slowly.
His body shimmered once more as the flow of water mana peeled away. The glow of Tide Stance faded from his veins, replaced by the raw, blistering force of fire.
Flame Stance.
Heat rolled off him in waves as his muscles tightened, bulged, and became more pronounced. Strength flooded into his core and limbs, each heartbeat of his feeding power into bone and sinew. Where before he had been a torrent of magic, now he was an inferno of destruction.
The change wasn't just for show.
Soldiers were already pointing, whispering, screaming about the strange mage beneath the earth, the water spears, the firestorm. They saw him as a sorcerer, dangerous at range, devastating in area of effect attacks.
Thus, they were getting ready to counter his next big spell.
That was exactly why it was time to flip the board.
