The silhouette was swallowed by a violent sea of white flames.
The blizzard had vanished, replaced by the crystallization of hell on earth.
The flames, violent and uncontrolled, began to be directed by Lloyd in a whirlwind that concentrated on his target.
The flames, which before occupied the hundreds of kilometers of prairie, now occupied an infinitely smaller volume, enough to generate a sphere that enveloped his enemy.
It was as if a silver sun had been summoned in the middle of the scenario. Lloyd calculated that at minimum it was capable of transmitting 7,500 degrees Celsius.
"It seems this will be faster than I imag..."
His sentence was cut short; an unimaginable pressure surged from inside outward, like a shockwave that dispersed the flames.
Lloyd's body received such a shock that his remains became indistinguishable from each other.
When the boy reappeared in his "respawn room," he stayed still, on the floor, lying down while reflecting.
