Without offering a response to this most heartfelt confession, Rosemary drowned the entire room in undulating flames, reducing the wood to ashes, scorching the stone and melting the iron, every single bits of mana within ignited at the same time, casting an explosive spell from each of them, no damage reflecting on the caster.
'That maniac… She didn't shield herself?' Rosemary saw the tip of a blade dividing the flames, aimed straight at her eye, like the flame of a lit candle caught in breeze, the fiery mage weaved out of the way, noticing that his blade had no hand guiding it.
