The ocean suddenly erupted.
From the point where Iroh had plunged into the sea, a massive pillar of fire burst upward, tearing through the waters with violent force.
Steam exploded in every direction as waves were blasted aside, the surface of the Galestine churning wildly under the surge of heat.
The flames rose higher and higher, forming a blazing column that pierced the heavens.
Water should have been the natural enemy of fire. Yet, Iroh's mastery over fire magic was something else entirely. Even surrounded by the vast ocean, the inferno burned fiercely, its raging heat forcing the seawater away as if it did not dare touch it.
The pillar roared like a living thing, painting the skies above Galestine in shades of crimson and gold.
Hovering in the sky, Adam had a thoughtful look on his face as he gazed at Iroh's pillar of flames.
It's on the same level as Balthazar's, he wondered.
