Inside the domain, the heat intensified sharply. The Duke raised his hand and waved it with casual authority. In response, the ground split apart, and massive waves of molten lava surged forward from both sides of Edward. The glowing magma rolled like living walls, radiating unbearable heat as it closed in, determined to crush and incinerate him in a single, final strike.
The Duke smirked as he watched the attack descend. There was no hesitation in his expression, no doubt in his mind. Inside his domain, the lava was an extension of his will. The pressure, the heat, the sheer destructive force of it left no room for survival. Even a High Mage with exceptional defenses would be erased without leaving ashes behind.
The lava walls slammed together.
