"Remnants Cinders of an Ashen World"
Ignatius' Ashen World Domain took form, transforming the battlefield into a hellscape of perpetual destruction.
The ground was now a volcanic wasteland, rivers of molten lava coursing through the broken, charred terrain.
Any remnants of life disintegrated into ash the moment they were touched, and even the surrounding ground sizzled, seemingly being burned to nothing.
The air itself was thick with scorching heat, making it almost impossible to breathe.
Within this domain, Ignatius, who had already healed up his severe wounds, stood as its ruler.
His figure emanated an ethereal glow of pure flame, the air around him undulating with destructive ripple of energy
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"Unbelievable!"
"Simply unbelievable!"
"The secret arts of the Burning Family are very few in number, perhaps the smallest among the families' secret techniques."
