Prologue - Departure
The raging flames of black that emitted from the volatile spears he planted into the creature's mouth held no mercy towards their own caster, roaring with a heat that began to pull away at his own flesh, turning his pale skin to a bright red, then a charcoal black. At this point, pain was hardly something he had focused on--only experiencing ecstasy after feeling the raw power of the spell to come, confirming to him that it was capable of ending this monster's reign of terror.
His own lips were scorched and torn by the sharp winds generated by the spell's ferocity, exhibiting a smile to match the monster's natural ghast. Every last ounce of mana he could find within his body was forced into the bursting spears, sizzling as they could barely maintain their form with the overflow of magical energy being thrust into them.