"Hell flames!" Aaron commanded sharply, stretching his hand outward in a commanding gesture.
From his palm, flames of hell erupted forth in a roaring torrent, burning every knight within a hundred-meter radius around him to crisp, the heat warping the air into shimmering waves.
The air was filled with the acrid smell of burnt flesh, mingling with the metallic tang of blood and the crackle of dying embers.
Corpses of knights burnt to ash and dust by the hell flames lay scattered on the ground, their armor melted into twisted remnants.
Aaron landed gracefully on the charred ground, his visage and presence striking profound fear in the heart of every surviving knight, their faces pale beneath their visors.
"Don't you dare cower in front of the enemy. Kill him with all you've got!" The general screamed desperately, trying to boost the already diminishing morale, his voice cracking under the strain.
