Suddenly, the darkness retreated, and a titanic, billowing pillar of roaring white flame escaped into the vastness of the sky, washing over it like an immolating flood.
The fire churned, and if one looked closely, they could glimpse a vague, flowing silhouette of something colossal being drawn by the moving flames, appearing and disappearing in the dance of fire — before they were blinded by its pure radiance, of course.
As if the flame was a living thing that moved with purpose and otherworldly intent…
Right now, its intent was to devour the Deathless.
The boundless ocean of flame descended upon Ariel's Hell like a white inferno, swallowing a vast swath of the undead horde in front of the advancing army. The desert was drowned by the sea of fire, which stretched all the way to the horizon. Countless Deathless were trapped in the inferno, burning in it… being gnawed on and shattered by it.
Their figures were like black candlesticks melting in the light.
