PSHHHH!
It was like a scorching-hot branding iron plunged into ice water, or like red-hot glass shattered by immense force.
The menacing pillar of fire began to collapse from its tip, disintegrating inch by inch, shattering into countless dim sparks and turbulent bursts of heat that scattered in every direction.
Fragments of orange-red and blood-colored Energy, mixed with the dispersed Magic Elements, danced and sputtered in the dim light like the most extravagant and dangerous of festival fireworks, illuminating face after face filled with shock and horror.
The searing wave of heat was driven back by a far more powerful shockwave, kicking up dust and debris from the ground to form a chaotic vortex.
And Roland, the black-haired young man standing before the Ogre, remained perfectly still in his punching stance.
