Elemental Mastery

As the deluge of Infernal Bolts came from the skies, oxidizing a dreadful miasma into the heavens, eroding flesh and bone, and transfiguring the land into utter ruin and devastation, the winds had turned to blades, and the tears that came from the skies were like shards of knives piercing ever downward. 

Monolithic buildings crumbled like clay under the weight of the onslaught. Ancient sentinel trees that had witnessed over seven centuries were set ablaze, their towering forms illuminating the scarlet flashes that had befallen the Heavens and the Earth. No matter how far one stood, infernal lightning came and went, spreading out like the sprawling roots of Yggdrasil. 

No matter how much Altair stared, he could never get accustomed to the sheer might of his Pale knights. Each time they were made to battle, the level of control they held over his skills was slowly evolving past what he'd initially granted.