Flame spun out like a corkscrew and hissed through the night, boring a hole clean through a stacked barrel.
The wood didn't burn; it smoked for a heartbeat, then cracked, cleaved in a perfect spiral path.
Victor skin tingled as the flames in his eyes went out. The control was exquisite.
Unlike the regular fire breathing, Skyfire Spiral II was like a spinning blade of flames.
The regular Dragon Breathing could burn anything but it wasn't sharp. It could still be blocked if the target was sturdy enough but then Skyfire Spiral II which was more of a spinning flame blade could cut through sturdiness.
He realized he could thread it through a Shadow Crescent Strike, lace it on his a blade's edge.
He grinned. "Nice."
Next: Void Severing Thread.
This one was trickier, half-bloodline instinct, half technique. He closed his eyes and felt for the vibrating edge of space around him.
There, something as thin as a hair materialized.
