A visceral revulsion settled over Amelia.
The fire in her eyes ignited with greater violence, bursting into brief white flashes that illuminated the devastated field. The shadows reacted immediately, rising like tentacles toward the sky; fire and darkness collided again and again in the air, tearing space apart in dull, thunderous bursts.
Amelia stepped back a few paces, planting her staff into the blackened ground. She knew she could no longer keep holding back.
The mana inside her roared.
—Enough… —she whispered.
The world followed her will.
Amelia deployed her domain.
The ground around her cracked open and the devastated field was bathed in a scarlet hue that began to sweep away everything in its path. The air burned, growing dense and scorching, as if the world itself were being forged anew. White flames rose in concentric circles, floating like tiny suns, and every breath became torture for anyone not under her will; she was an undisputed queen.
