Alistair began to tap into his own fire magic. Only, as the prodigal son with more than enough years of experience, the result was instantaneous.
And catastrophic.
The time spent between Zephyr, Nereus, and Daphne flying past Alistair, to Alistair coming to the conclusion that his rotten sister was better dead, to him channeling enough fire to raze a village to the ground was only a matter of a few seconds.
He roared out, a sound that was quickly accompanied by a searing heat so strong that the others barely had time to react.
Daphne turned just in time to see a huge wave of fire — blue as the afternoon sky — headed straight for them. Her eyes widened and she instinctively raised a hand, bringing up a tall wall of water and ice to block them from the blast.
However, even that wasn't enough.
