"Oh, relax, you overprotective mother hen," Leonidas scoffed, standing up from the table. "She's a strong kid! She can handle a little heat!"
Leonidas walked to the center of the study, standing a few feet away from Seraphina's rug. He raised his massive, calloused hands, his amber eyes flaring with brilliant, blinding golden light.
"Behold, the majesty of the Flame!" Leonidas roared playfully.
He clapped his hands together.
FWOOSH!!!
A massive, swirling vortex of pure, roaring crimson fire erupted from the stone floor. The heat in the room spiked instantly, causing the wine in Kaelus's glass to bubble slightly.
From the center of the vortex stepped a creature of pure nightmare.
It was a Low-Tier Fire Spirit, manifested in the shape of a colossal, demonic hellhound.
