The Brightest Star
"Jiao!--" Jett shouted, sitting himself up, only to fall straight back down.
Edith sharply spoke, "Don't move so suddenly! It's a miracle that you weren't killed on the spot by the hit you took earlier–it could've gone straight through you."
"I'm fine now!...All good! One-hundred percent!" Through labored breaths as he forced himself to his feet, the young man assured both himself and the spellblade.
As he took a single stride towards the heart of the battle, a blast of heat from the newly-formed crater repelled him from coming any closer. It was burning hot, even from the distance he stood, bringing him from an air shield in front of himself as the fiery winds roared.
"Jiao–?!" Jett called out.
There was no way for his voice to pierce the storm of cosmic flames that had spiraled into an unheavenly tornado. It rotated rapidly with a peerless heat, its winds carrying the breath of true fire across the valley.