POV: Ash
Location: Northern Empire
My staff was raised to the heavens and my eyes looked up to the sky above me, the image of towering ice walls in view with little to no direct sunlight.
"BOOK OF SPELLS, APOCALYPSES," I shouted, my voice dulled down by the sound of ice smashing into my blood.
A small ring of orange flames appeared out of thin air, it surrounded me as the flames consisting it danced in the air.
With my staff still extended to the sky, the ring of flames began to rotate slowly, its speed started increasing until it turned into a thin orange ring the size of my wrist.
Bringing my staff down, the ring extended up and down, creating a cylindrical orange tower that filled the space between heaven and the earth, the content of the orange tower being nothing but the purest of flames, the burning red flames.
