Inside their inferno fortress, the War Horses sensed the dual approach. United, they funneled their combined magic into one final offensive. Pulsing waves of flame and vine-laden bark coalesced into a swirling mass of raw power.
The very air seemed to vibrate from the pressure. Then, with a fearsome neigh, they unleashed it [Pyroflora Cataclysm].
A massive torrent of blazing vines erupted outward, each tendril coated in flames and tipped with barbed spines. The vines snaked toward Little White and Frostfang, roaring across the distance in a serpentine wave of deadly energy. The ground was scorched black beneath the onslaught, the stench of burning earth saturating the air.
Little White braced himself. Summoning [Light Barrier], he blocked the nearest vine, but the monstrous attack hammered the barrier with such force that cracks appeared immediately.