Amidst the cry of pain from the girl, the flames guarding her suddenly surged violently toward the youth, causing the entire training ground's space to warp under the high temperature, resembling the shimmering ripples of a scorching midday desert.
[Pure Holy Flame Sea]
2d39=d39(27)+d39(8)=35
[Brother activates skill: High Wind Chanting (can instant-cast intermediate level and below magic)]
2d143+30=(48)+(33)+30=111
[Brother's Battle Intent]
D100=d100(36)=36
The youth's face was equally ashen, yet he remained composed, lightly swung his sword-staff, and within a few syllables, the magic had been unleashed.
As cold magic power spread, the ground rapidly became covered in frost, forming an icefield shrouded in white mist. Ice walls rose abruptly, standing tall, isolating the heat of the flames outside.
