Black flames rose in a pillar as the air rapidly heated. Ice clashed with the flames, and a devastating expulsion consumed the battlefield, reaping lives from the sheer carnage.
Amon was pushed back by the clash, while Damon was sent flying, rolling on the dirt as he struggled to regain his footing. His face was slightly scraped from the attack, his breath heavy.
This was how his attacks felt to other people…
Damon charged forward, swinging his sword in a crisscrossing arc. Slashes flew through the air as flames roared to life around him, wrapping Damon in immolating heat that spread with a soul-chilling coldness.
But Amon didn't move. He just stood there in his ravenous form as the flames consumed him.
The black fire rose to the heavens in a cyclone of destruction that wiped out everything around it.
