A cloud gathered around the dragons that spiraled in the air, conjuring a storm as golden sparks brewed in the mist. The empowered adventurer continued gathering momentum with his chains, planning on meeting whatever was coming head-on.
Just as he prepared to swing the blazing links, a familiar voice resonated within his head:
[...Bastian, do not lose sight of your goal. Attacking is not the right option here. The demon intends to attack you with everything he's got. Call upon the flames I used to guide humanity…]
It snapped him back into focus as he stopped spinning the chains, instead bringing a hand in front of his chest as it produced orange flames, which heated up into an azure glow.
'I get it now,' he thought.
Holding his arm out, a spherical barrier of the burning, blue flames shielded him, "Coiling Flames of Tomorrow."
"Burn!"
"Suffer!"
"Crumble!"
"Fall!"
"Vanish!"
