Fragments of War (25)

As the flames died down, a hurricane wind slammed into the Saints and the Asuras from behind. That was air rushing in to fill the vacuum — and bringing the overbearing smell of ash with it. 

The ruins of the ancient city had turned into a fiery hellscape, and an unbearable heat singed their lungs as they breathed in. No mortal man could have survived in this incandescent purgatory, and yet, the Sword Saints did. After all, those of the Transcendent Rank were not quite mortal. 

Ahead of them, the stone carapaces of the Asuras were glowing with angry red embers. 

Helie dismissed her Transformation and wiped the sweat off her brow, breathing shallow breaths. 

A pained grimace twisted her beautiful face. 

"How are we supposed to fight them in these conditions?"

Her voice sounded weak and ghostly, since there was not enough air around them yet to carry the sound properly. 

Sunny simply leaned forward, preparing to lunge at the enemies.