Fire blazed for a minute straight, as Gerald Stinson consumed a large part of his mana in a furious vengeance for getting physically assaulted.
As the flame pillars burned everything in their path, including the floors, ceilings, and furniture, Gerald smiled manically, imagining what he had done to the arrogant king receiving his attack.
When he finally let go of the spell, huffing lightly, Gerald snickered for a moment.
"That'll teach you, you backwater foreigner."
Smoke filled the room, now that a large part of the wooden objects in it had been charred or outright incinerated.
And from the smoke, he heard a loud sigh.
"Are you aware of how much the wood chanters charge for regrowing all of what you burnt? This will cost the kingdom at least five thousand gold pieces, aside from the mana crystals they will use to speed up the process. Do you plan on paying for this?"
