Provocation of The Once Cowardly
Lorel continued manifesting all of the mana he could force into the sphere of fire, condensing it in front of him as it lashed out with whips of heat that charred the pale-white tiles. Sweat dripped down his skin, not completely immune to the blaze of his own condition.
"Nngh…!" Lorel struggled as his fingertips trembled, keeping the spell steady.
'I'm not used to this output…It feels like my muscles are tearing themselves apart. But, this is my one and only chance–my best shot at winning this!' He resolved.
Bursting into full-strength, the fiery sphere expanded, rapidly rotating with its incredible pressure as Lorel prepared himself, planting his boots down against the tile before awakening the spell with its true name:
"Feuer: Hagelsturm Makelloser Hitze (Hailstorm of Immaculate Heat)!"