End of a Dynasty
The smell of burned flesh hung heavy in the searing hot air. The Primal Phoenix had already left, but the carnage it left behind didn't disappear. A cacophony of screams, pained grunts, and suffering noises reverberated through the surroundings, leaving the Summons and Awakened, who hadn't been struck by the Sacred Beast's flames, in a stupor.
They stared blankly to the front, only to see their leaders writhing in pain. Nobody had died, but everyone struck by the Sacred Beast's flames would have been better off burning to death than suffering endlessly from the aftermath.
Michael stared at the Blaze Patriarch, coated in the Elemental Empress' fiery armor, and stepped forward. He willed the surrounding heat and the flames clinging to the victims to surge toward him using Elemental Might and wind and fire-attributed energy. The flames surged to Michael, swirled around him vigorously, and expanded as he infused more energy to nourish them.