The fireball screamed as it flew towards the soldiers neatly arranged in the square and then exploded among them. The massive roar followed by a strong wave of heat roasted everyone present. Feeling the threat of the flames, many warriors dropped to the ground, rolling to evade the searing shockwave. Many raised their shields, hiding behind the metal barriers.
Wislin grabbed Lynch's hand and shouted, "What are you doing? Are you trying to kill my men?"
The mage smiled and replied, "Rest assured, this is just a test. They won't be injured."
Wislin was about to retort when a new change occurred in the field. The flames generated by the explosion wove through the crowd as if they had their own consciousness and awareness, actively avoiding every soldier on the field. They could all feel the magma-like scorching fire stream, yet none were harmed.
The dispersed magic energy eventually gathered again, transforming into a small flicker of flame that vanished with a pop.
