At first, a magic circle almost the full size of the room appeared under the wolves. Then, wisps of fire started appearing at the edges of it.
They grew in numbers as they started spinning, slowly, accelerating with more and more power and speed. It did not take long before the fire was a raging twister, spanning from the floor to the ceiling.
The party stood there, watching the pillar of fire that was consuming the remaining wolves by the dozens every second. It was a sight to behold.
Astaroth turned his head slightly, looking at Phoenix. He knew a spell of this size required an enormous amount of mana since he had seen the spell before.
Phoenix was behind the group, panting and sweating, with her hands on her knees. Astaroth walked to stand next to her.
"Are you ok?" He asked her, in a low tone.
"I'll… be fine… thank you." She responded between heavy breaths.
"Mana deprivation could cause you to faint. Be careful." Astaroth added.
