Clearly, the half-dragon was having a bizarre fit.
Theodore looked up, his eyeballs reflecting the beast's golden core that was akin to the sun. Scorching fire elementals surged around him, and the Gold-tier mage suddenly forgot to breathe. If it wasn't for Mount Nissia and his own elemental protection, the brown-haired mage would have been dealt severe injuries from the boiling air.
But even that was just foreplay. The real attack was coming at the sound of another furious draconic roar—in the blink of an eye, a blinding golden flash appeared at the snowy mountain lake, consuming everything.
Along with a prickling buzzing noise, a pillar of scorching light swept across the land and drew a curve across the ground. It raised a series of detonations that warded off the freezing cold of the foot of the mountain, spreading heat that was above hundreds of degrees Celsius and razed the thickets by the lake.
