Breath [Bonus]
BANG!
The pincer shattered into a rain of ash, but the burning only made the pain the scorpion experienced all the worse.
The scorpion twitched and then collapsed, falling flat in a pit of its own creation. A spark of a flame lit in its body before it winked out.
Sylas took a breath and exhaled.
He had always realized that the Scorned Wraps actually burned things in a shockingly controlled manner whenever it destroyed something. There was no telling why that was or why it chose fire in specific. But what he did know was that whatever this flame was… it was powerful.
Sylas dismissed his Fusion and stood from the back of the scorpion. He wanted to assess the damage. How many had died?
He had only heard one large collision, so hopefully that meant that only his carriage was targeted. But there was no telling.