The grand hall was engulfed in a blistering heat as Henry activated his domain. Flames surged around him, the environment twisting to his will. The air crackled with intense heat, and the stone walls seemed to sweat with the rising temperature. Henry's domain was a roaring inferno, the flames swirling in chaotic patterns that obeyed his every command.
Eamon, initially taken aback by the sudden eruption of fire, quickly regained his composure. His eyes glinted with malice as he prepared to counter Henry's relentless assault. The dark mage's icy aura clashed with the searing heat, creating a deadly dance of fire and ice.
Henry's focus was unwavering. His sword, now enveloped in flames, cut through the air as he advanced. Fireballs hovered above him, suspended in the air like fiery sentinels ready to strike. Each one was a sphere of raw, concentrated heat, their surfaces glowing a molten orange.
