The windstorm howled within the already decimated corridors, ripping apart what was left of the walls and sending debris flying in every direction.
Bastopher stood in the center, his feet firmly planted, as the wind tugged at him with relentless fury. But the emerald fire around him only grew stronger, feeding off the chaos.
With a single, powerful stomp, he unleashed a shockwave of green energy that tore through the tornado, dispelling it in an instant. The force of the blast sent Zadoc crashing into the far wall, splintering the wood and cracking the stone.
"Summoner Zadoc!" Grengo exclaimed, glancing backwards to the fallen Mage. 'What inconceivable power.'
Before Grengo had a chance to react, Bastopher surged forward, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat. His hand, wreathed in flames, slammed into Grengo's chest with the force of a battering ram.