The skies above the city made of sand and glass within the deepest parts of the wasteland roiled with black fire and lightning wreathed together. The temperature had gone from cool to close to boiling as the Ethra in the air was dominated by one specific concept, the concept of the royal clan of the Talahan empire itself, the Blitzfire tempest.
It scorched the air as it made the sand below lord Aerin’s feet brittle, crunching as she tore through the already abandoned street and towards the cultivators of the wasteland themselves. Servants of the wasteland king who himself was in battle against her adepts, the flames above had been conjured by Varis Talahan, lord of the empire and descendant of the clan himself, his core no doubt a peak-grade core from the strength of the technique he had unleashed.