Damon wiped the corner of his mouth. His throat burned like sandpaper, but the satisfaction blazing in his crimson eyes drowned out the discomfort.
That blast hadn't just worked. It had cleared the battlefield in one decisive sweep. In this abyss where endless waves of spawn pressed in, wide-area devastation was king.
There was also something more special about this attack. He had lesser fire manipulation, and he could technically create a wide area fire element attack on his own if he tweaked fireball a little and practised for a while, but he had a feeling this one would still be superior.
After using the crimson fire lance for so long, he could feel it. This fire was different. One could even say it was superior.
Even the natural magic resistance of the abyssal creatures did not hold up against the wyrm's breath. The wyrm's breath carried weight, a destructive essence layered beyond simple elemental manipulation. It wasn't mana woven into flame. It was something primal.
