Worthy of Song
The Elven King clenched his fist hard enough to draw blood.
If his concentration were to falter... his still-mortal body would be consumed by his own magic.
"The fire in my heart bursts forth. It calls for justice to be branded on the face of evil! Feel MY wrath, Tree God, in the ⌈Blazing Sunset⌋!!"
Ribbons of flame swirled around, not just his arms, but his entire body. Three dozens bolts of fire plumed outward, expanding in size and strength.
The force and fury of thirty-six miniature suns struck his enemy.
In every direction, the leaves of trees disintegrated, their bark turned into smoldering coal.
The Tree God screamed, the sound reverberating throughout his forest.
Engulfed in the flames, the dark silhouette within writhed in agony.
King shook his head.
While he would have preferred to battle with his blades... utilizing his enemy's weakness was more certain to bring him victory.