Killing the War Horses

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.