The ground caved in, creating a depression that radiated outward in concentric circles. Smoke and dust billowed into the air, obscuring the crater with an ominous shroud.
Amidst the lingering debris, seven magic circles materialized above the newly formed crater, each one resonating with distinct elemental energy and casting a brilliant glow against the haze of dust.
In a synchronized display, beams of elemental magic descended from the circles, converging on the epicentre where Jamie lay battered, delivering a barrage of destruction that further transformed the crater into a chaotic spectacle of devastation.
"Of all days to get my arm attacked; a day I'm not wearing any of my old suits."
Jamie's voice rang out from behind them, his silver hair covered in dust particles and blood dripping from his severed arm.
