Elarya braced herself, wings poised, fully expecting the next Prominence Beam to come barreling her way.
But then-she paused.
Her eyes narrowed, a sharp glint of realization flashing within them.
"It hasn't even been five minutes since the last Prominence Beam… A skill that powerful should have at least a three-minute cooldown. That's what the ancient records said…"
Her breath caught.
"Then could it be-"
Her thought was cut short.
With a feral snarl, Vulkris shook its blazing mane and furiously flapped its wings- and in the next instant, a storm of fire erupted.
Hundreds of molten fireballs burst forth like a volcanic barrage, each the size of a small truck, each a compressed sphere of seething heat and devastation.
A meteor shower of pure destruction rained down upon them.
They rained down upon the broken battlefield with terrifying velocity, tearing through the red skies like comets bound for ruin. The first one struck the ground- and BOOOOM!!-the explosion was deafening.
