Lord Of Flames

Alexander cast Missile once—"Burn"—then again—"Fall"—then a third time, his voice little more than a growl beneath his breath.

Each incantation sent another swarm of streaking fire through the sky, ripping into wings with pinpoint violence. The air-type monsters shrieked—SKREEE!—as the magic tore through tendons and bone, their flight severed mid-motion. One by one, they dropped like stones from the heavens.

WHUD! WHUD! WHUD!

They hit the ground in a chorus of snapped spines and broken wings—only to be greeted by Galland's waiting blades.

"Bastards," Galland muttered, twirling his fingers. "Freeze and shatter!"

A field of spears—long, jagged icicles summoned with a single emblem pulse—shot up in a lattice of death. Monsters impaled themselves mid-fall. Some tried to twist. Others howled. None escaped.