Back at the front line, Frigid continued to stand firm, his towering form blocking any attempt to push forward. But even he could sense the shift in the air, the overwhelming heat radiating from the artifact as it reached its peak.
Aeloria's eyes locked onto him, cold and merciless. "This ends now," she said, her voice barely audible over the crackling energy.
With a final surge of mana, she activated the artifact. The runes blazed with a blinding light before a massive wave of molten fire erupted forth, surging toward Frigid like a tidal wave of pure destruction.
For a moment, it seemed as though nothing could stop it. The sheer force of the blast incinerated everything in its path, turning the once lush battlefield into a scorched wasteland. The air itself seemed to crackle and burn as the wave closed in on its target.
