Alec Gordons was a formidable mage, blessed with a rare, awe-inspiring gift, and he had dual affinity for both earth and flame elements, yet many just seem to have forgotten that fact, because he had never truly displayed his fire element in public.
He stood poised for battle, and the pressure rolling off him was something the Fridall clan had never felt before, something they clearly hadn’t prepared for.
In his grasp was his blood-red changdao, as the weapon resonated with his fiery element, humming as if answering a call.
“Why is the flame element in the air fluctuating?” Mages from the Fridall clan questioned as they realized that the particles of flames they had been drawing all these while seemed to be shifting away from them.
“It’s being drawn toward Alec,” someone else muttered,
