Focus on efficiency, Draven's voice echoed in her memory, from one of his many lectures. The mages of old would often throw their power around carelessly, expending vast amounts of mana on flashy spells that did little more than drain them dry. We are not those mages. Efficiency, control—those are the keys to victory.
Amberine took a deep breath, channeling Ifrit's fire into a single, concentrated blast. The flames shot from her hands, a searing stream of fire that engulfed the creatures in its path. The blast was not wild or uncontrolled—it was a precise, surgical strike that incinerated the monsters where they stood, leaving nothing but ash in its wake.
"Move to the left!" Elara's voice rang out from behind her, cutting through the noise of battle. "Keep the line intact!"
