The violet-grade Frost Fire Phoenix beat its wings, shrieking as streams of cerulean and white fire poured down from above. The Abyssal below writhed and screamed, its molten fissures frosting over and then exploding outward under the extremely cold flames.
Finally, with a scream that shook the heavens, the monstrous Abyssal's armour-like exterior cracked. A rush of shadowy corruption erupted from its form—a dense black tide of abyssal energy ready to infect everyone in the vicinity.
The frostfire bird's flames dimmed for an instant, its feathers shuddering as the corruption sought to crawl inside it.
The next moment, it released a blast of azure-white fire so intense that the sky itself turned white.
Everything was covered in a white even more pure than the snow-covered landscape. Only this white was scalding and where ever it touched getting severe frostbite was the best case scenario, instantly turning into a ice and then disintegrating was far more common.
