Puno deaths

Deryu elegantly spread his white wings, each feather shining with a holy light. A single flap of his wings was enough to create a powerful gust of wind that swept away much of Puno's approaching flames, extinguishing a portion of the blaze.

"Come," Deryu said calmly, his voice full of unwavering confidence.

The sword in his right hand, which had dimmed, now glowed with radiant energy once more. With a wave of his hand, a white halo appeared in his left hand, shining brightly and expanding to a radius of two meters.

The holy halo spun rapidly, creating a strong pull in the air, like a small cyclone ready to obliterate anything it touched.