The luxurious car was in flames. Alicarde, the target of the spell, was burning on the asphalt, rolling frantically in a futile attempt to extinguish the flames searing into his flesh. The magic energy coursing through the fire wreaked havoc on his body, adding to his agony.
Malefica, on the other hand, stood calmly behind a translucent barrier, unaffected by the flames. Alicarde finally managed to put out the fire, his clothes reduced to charred rags.
"Seriously, I can't believe you ruined such a good car," he grumbled.
Malefica emerged from the burning wreckage with an impassive expression. Her clothing was untouched, protected by the barrier that had kept the flames at bay.
"I gave you ample warning."
"Fair enough… Is that what you thought I'd say, you nut job? You set us both ablaze!"
Alicarde retorted, irritation evident in his voice.
Malefica's face remained cold and indifferent.