Faced with heat of never-ending intensity, Nightingale staggered back and threw an arm over his eyes.
The world seemed to ignite, rippling as the blue fire swallowed the mist. Light carved through the fog like a blade, flooding the terrace until every shadow was forced to retreat.
For a fleeting second, all he could perceive was the roar of the flames, and the sight of Rose standing at the center of it all, outlined in blinding white like a goddess born from fire.
The Gremlins shrieked and staggered back as smoke erupted from their blistering skin. Even at a far distance, they were still affected by the "Fire."
Unfortunately for them, their torment was nowhere near over.
"Tsk!"
The caster gritted her teeth audibly, painfully, and without regard to her own mouth. For some unexplainable reason, she was showing great malice towards lesser fiends. Most Awakened would have simply killed them and be done with it.
