The flames still danced wildly around them, and Northern had planned to use their remnants for another attack while drawing on a different talent.
He stretched out his fingers for control, only to notice that the blue flames licking the earth and air refused to bend to his will.
A frown creased his brow. The next moment, the flames began pulling together toward a single point.
They swirled around the Leviathan, growing as they spun in a perfect circle, picking up speed. The flames pressed together and birthed something far more terrifying. The air itself seemed to melt—heat waves blurred everything, turning the world into a furnace.
The blazing heat reached Northern's open wound. Even as it slowly healed, pain bit deep into his skin. He clenched his fist as blood trickled down his hand.
'What am I surprised for? It's a leviathan.'
He steadied himself, refusing to worry. Maybe he hadn't expected this much, but at the same time, he should have expected nothing less.
