As the whiteness slowly dimmed, an orange-hued orb floated right behind Northern like a miniature sun, radiating warmth and power. Its surface flickered with restless energy, as though barely contained.
The Sun of Flame hovered ominously behind Northern, its radiant heat warping the very air around him.
The hulking insectoids faltered for a brief moment, their instinctual drive to attack now challenged by the overwhelming force before them.
Northern's eyes gleamed with a cold, focused intensity, his hand still halving his face. He clenched his fingers into a fist, and the miniature sun responded by compressing itself into a denser, more volatile form.
Threads of orange flame spiraled outward from the sun like solar flares, crackling and snapping with feral energy.
Northern watched as the creatures hesitated rather than recklessly charging in.
