Dekai's pressure was insanely heavy. It was as though he had been containing his vast amount of power deep within him.
Atticus felt the temperature of the summit spike. The area where Dekai stood was simply hardened ground. There was no hint of flames in a significant radius around him.
The sound of his walking stick hitting the ground echoed like a war drum. An intense heat wave spread out, followed by the air around Dekai igniting.
It was unlike anything he had done before.
Completely unlike the demonstrations he had given. His flames looked so solid and thick that Atticus couldn't help but think it was lava.
It didn't take a second. The flames coalesced and arranged themselves with a speed that many in the area found hard to believe.
In the next second, a large construct was formed in front of Dekai, a perfect image of himself, down to the last detail.
"He's a goner,"
