Isolde's eyes gleamed. "I am the evidence." The moment she uttered that, Luthor unleashed purple flames. These people were at the top of the world but before the intimidating aura of a Paragon Tier dragon that had killed progenitors in the past, their minds and bodies recoiled in fear.
And what met them next were flames. In an instant, the entire mansion was bathed with searing heat.
Morgana screeched as she was incinerated, alongside Mr. Manhattan who Isolde watched burn into nothing with glacial eyes.
He was Cain's clone at the end of the day and the vessel primarily responsible for her death. The structure also couldn't handle the flames and collapsed.
Isolde unfurled a pair of dragon wings, keeping herself afloat as the mansion crumbled. James, whose flesh and clothes had burned even when Luthor manipulated his flames not to harm him, hid under the wings of his dragons, both of which protected him from the collapsing mansion.
The flames had avoided them.
