The bright purple flames blazed with ferocity, spreading their heat across the entire second level of the General's Tomb. The temperature climbed rapidly, and the fire shimmered with an otherworldly, dreamlike hue that carried both beauty and menace. Anyone looking at it could easily imagine the devastating power hidden within those infernal flames.
Ethan crouched behind a half-broken stone pillar, his gaze fixed on the wall of fire. He quickly checked through his inventory, his skills, every option available to him, and still felt the cold dread settling deeper in his chest. Nothing he had could withstand that kind of damage.
