In the very next second, a colossal pillar of draconic fire crossed the battlefield.
Everything in its path simply vanished.
Rocks the size of houses turned into liquid upon contact with the flames. The ground evaporated, creating a deep crater that stretched for dozens of meters.
Kyrian moved instantly.
His body vanished in a blue blur as dozens of ice platforms appeared in the air, each one used as a point of momentum to continuously change his trajectory. Left, right, upward, downward, he moved like a frozen beam, unpredictable and fast.
Even so.
The fire partially reached him.
The edge of the pillar of flames touched his right arm, and an explosion of heat engulfed half his body. The sleeve of his robe vanished instantly. The skin beneath almost began to burn.
Kyrian raised barriers desperately to gain fractions of a second.
All of them evaporated almost instantly.
