Duke Charles Luminaris gazed down from above, his eyes mirroring the raging fire he had called into existence.
He lowered his hand, and the Flame Sword descended.
The moment the sixty-foot blade of flame mana sliced through the air, its sheer heat ignited everything within a fifty-yard radius, long before the steel-like mana even reached the ground. The central annex of the Vistro manor, already weakened by the earlier battle, combusted on its own. Stone walls melted into glowing orange liquid, and the air itself seemed to scream as all the oxygen was used up.
