"Boom!"
Rayan had just slid a few meters away when a pillar of fire as thick as a barrel emerged from the spot.
The fire column disappeared in less than a second, but the residual heat in the air still made the surrounding temperature astounding. In the hall, wooden items close by began to warp, and some started emitting bluish smoke.
With a solemn expression, Rayan looked back and saw Keen, who had clearly been frozen into an ice sculpture, reappear unharmed, wielding a wand over thirty centimeters long, pointing at him.
"Was that just now..." Rayan murmured in confusion, speaking out loud.
"Magic Substitute," Keen explained. As the words fell, there was a "whoosh," and purple-red flames shot from the tip of the wand like a flamethrower, attacking Rayan.
Rayan quickly raised both hands, releasing cold air to try and block the flaming attack.
