“What? How are you moving?” Seryth’s voice wavered, disbelief breaking through her composure. “Even the Darkbloods would struggle to withstand that… aside from Dravok and Vaelthar.”
The Ether Twins — Ignis and Igna — trembled against the ground. Then, as if stirred by a shared will, they rose, weightless and humming with latent power.
Scylla stood tall amid the swirling mist, utterly untouched. “Guess I’m built differently.”
With a fluid motion, she formed a hand sign. Ignis ascended above her, its core blazing with intensifying flame.
“Ars Magia Aetheris — Ignis Abyssum!”
A small black void bloomed on the hilt, and from it erupted torrents of flame — devouring the air itself. The inferno spread fast, burning through mist and atmosphere alike as the temperature spiked violently.
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