The wind whipped through Gerard's hair as he sprinted through the bustling streets of Yurruf, his eyes fixed on Carlisle's retreating figure. With each step, his determination grew, fueled by the knowledge that capturing the pirate leader would strike the decisive blow against them.
In a desperate bid to halt Carlisle's escape, Gerard summoned the powers of fire within him, conjuring fiery lances with his outstretched palms. With a swift motion, he unleashed the projectiles, their blazing trails streaking through the air toward their intended target. But fate would not favor his aim, as the lances narrowly missed their mark, searing the wooden buildings in their wake.