Winds of Despair

Elarya braced herself, wings poised, fully expecting the next Prominence Beam to come barreling her way.

But then-she paused.

Her eyes narrowed, a sharp glint of realization flashing within them.

"It hasn't even been five minutes since the last Prominence Beam… A skill that powerful should have at least a three-minute cooldown. That's what the ancient records said…"

Her breath caught.

"Then could it be-"

Her thought was cut short.

With a feral snarl, Vulkris shook its blazing mane and furiously flapped its wings- and in the next instant, a storm of fire erupted.

Hundreds of molten fireballs burst forth like a volcanic barrage, each the size of a small truck, each a compressed sphere of seething heat and devastation.

A meteor shower of pure destruction rained down upon them.