The skies reverberated with the forceful detonation of the mines, sending shockwaves that could be felt even on the ground. Out of the smoky aftermath, a blazing figure shot towards Draven with incredible speed.
Liam was propelled with tremendous force by Irys, his body cloaked in a fierce inferno, making the air shimmer and waver around him.
Draven, with instincts honed from countless battles, immediately recognized the danger. The glowing orange hue on Liam's Talonstrike wasn't just for show.
The atmosphere sizzled each time it sliced through the air, and even the surrounding flames seemed to shy away from its intensity.
Determined not to let that blade touch him, Draven summoned a flurry of wind blades to parry Liam's rapid-fire assaults. The two clashed, fire meeting
wind, each strike producing dazzling sparks and gusts of heated wind.
