The shockwave blasts Gorvak and Selira back, rubble vaporizing where they had stood.
The street is a furnace, every stone glowing red, every breath heavy with ash. Gorvak digs his boots into the molten ground, his axe braced against the wave of fire. Selira spins through the backlash, her flames snapping outward like wings before she steadies herself on a half-melted wall.
Both of them are breathing heavier than before. The fire spirit stands tall at the center of the inferno, its body a writhing colossus of molten flame, molten blood dripping into rivers of magma beneath it.
Selira spits blood from the corner of her lips, her eyes narrowing.
"…We might need to go all out with this one."
Gorvak growls, planting the head of his axe into the ground to steady his trembling arms. His voice gruff but tinged with grudging respect.
"So it's really true… a spirit beast is stronger in the same tier."
