The chamber's temperature soared the moment the chains cracked. Molten air shimmered around them, distorting reality itself. The enormous demon—Ifrit Sovereign—stretched its limbs, wings brushing the fiery ceiling as glowing magma dripped from its claws.
Shellia felt her divine energy pulse wildly, her body trembling under the sheer weight of its presence. "Everyone—spread out! Don't let the flames touch the runes on the ground!"
Daryon slammed his palm against the molten floor. "Umbral Ward!" Shadows surged outward, creating a black dome that shielded part of the team from the initial blast. Even so, cracks of molten light splintered through it.
[This thing's mana is burning through my barriers like paper,] Sylas gritted, frost crawling up his arm as he summoned another spell. [Frost Dominion!]
A burst of icy light expanded from him, freezing the floor in a wide circle. The molten heat hissed violently, and steam rose in thick, swirling clouds.
