Jasmine was stunned by the sight before her.
All around her fires were being born and lit up the aged bark and leaves of the trees, every tree within a 100 yards was unable to resist the intensity of the flames, not even the trees behind Lirian were spared from the flames.
Despite all that Jasmine could see Lirian sitting exactly as he always was, lounging on the branch of his tree without a care in the world, the tree he was on seemed completely unphased by the heat, not even the leaves were changing colour or dehydrating.
It was like the area around Lirian was in a completely different world, a lush and bountiful world while everything else turned into a purgatory of flames.
"I imagine that your master would assess you as having lacklustre control of your power," Lirian commented, her control was a bit poor for someone who cultivated her mind.
