The moment Lorath unleashed his attack, Thalus turned sharply in his direction. His gaze, cold and calculating, locked onto the incoming strike. His glasses gleamed briefly in the faint light as his voice rang out, sharp and commanding.
"Ignite!"
Instantly, an explosion tore through the battlefield, but this was no ordinary blast. It wasn't wild or expansive; it was impossibly precise, a searing horizontal line of fire that blazed in a perfect path across the battlefield.
The firestorm's heat was intense, yet its path was so exact that it looked as if the earth had been meticulously carved and burned at the same time.