Zeritha slapped at the flames on her clothes, patting them out in a panic. Her face twisted with fury.
She flicked her hand. Fresh, bright-red blood surged out of thin air—streams of it, like rushing currents—spraying in from every direction toward Phoenix Queen Ignara.
Ignara only gave a light, amused smile.
She lifted a long finger.
A crisp phoenix cry rang out.
"What—?!" Zeritha yelped.
She saw it clearly: the blood she was controlling started to evaporate the instant it got close to Ignara.
The crimson streams were cooked into blood mist midair, but even that mist couldn't push any farther. Around Ignara, it was like an invisible domain of fire existed—an unseen boundary that blocked every shred of blood power outside it.
"Burn."
Ignara spoke the single word softly.
The next second, the blood mist across the sky ignited one after another.
