The intensity of the flames surged, gradually encompassing Aditya's body like a bed of flowers to him, but a bed of thorns to his foes. The crackles of the flames were distinct, matching Aditya's raging temperament.
His face carried a smile containing heaps of arrogance, while his eyes contained a hint of craziness, as if Aditya was deranged. His body emanated an aura of excellence. Flames bent to his will.
Lucas, on the other hand, was silent. He hadn't revealed his mana, and he simply held an unsheathed longsword in his hand. His expression was blank, and his gaze rested on Aditya's body.
Any movements would be sensed in an instant.
Considering the scale of the battle, Arthur did not expect the two to utilize devastating skills that could destroy the area. With their backing, obtaining such skills or techniques was not difficult in the slightest.
