The prismatic explosion instantly consumed the entirety of Triffid's oak-like canopy, vaporising branches in a blink as the searing fire rushed downwards, catching on the bark and charring it pitch black.
All vanguards across the continent froze, then immediately turned to dust as the tree began to burn, the prismatic flames viciously consuming as much of the several-kilometre-tall trunk as they could.
At the centre of the blast was Evan, falling straight into the heart of the burning tree, his sword flying off somewhere through the air, his clothes in flames.
His face contorted in pain, his lips deeply indented with teeth marks as blood trickled from his nostrils.
Not only had Evan used a power that should not yet exist, but it was also far beyond what his physical body could endure.
As a result, the right arm he had channelled that power through…didn't quite exist anymore.
