Kaleb, with a surprising focus for someone who had recently been cowering in fear, extended his hands towards the cave ceiling. "Curtains of fire!" he whispered, almost inaudibly, but with an unexpected intensity.
Evelyn, watching him from the corner of her eye, rolled her eyes, an incredulous smile on her lips. "I can't believe it... even in this situation, he had to whisper the name of the skill?" she muttered to herself.
Dancing flames appeared in the air, forming an undulating barrier that stretched across a large part of the cave ceiling. It wasn't an intense, destructive fire, but rather a radiant, controlled heat that quickly made the air above thin and breathing difficult up there.
The Ember Goliaths, in mid-flight, immediately felt the effect. Their lift diminished drastically, and their wings, previously powerful, now beat with difficulty. They lost altitude, forced to descend towards the ground.
