The battlefield had finally settled into some semblance of stillness.
Cain stood slightly above the carnage, his grey robes still smoking slightly from the residual heat of activating his spells. His eyes burned with a fervent glow— an aftereffect of the intense burning of mana within him.
The crater where the {Firesand Naga} nest had been was now just an enormous lake of cooling magma, the bodies of hundreds of creatures scattered across the scorched earth like broken, discarded toys. The blood of the {Firesand Nagas} was extremely flammable, so when mixed in with the magma, they formed numerous pires of flames jutting out into the sky.
It was absolutely horrid.
The air was filled with the stench of burning flesh which was not particularly rancid, but it also wasn't the best of aromas.
He let out a groan as he stretched his arms then turned to the side...
