Riven walked toward the undead, his steps slow and heavy, his entire body covered in flames. The bright orange light filled the entire dungeon, painting the walls in molten hues. The fire burned into his skin, the pain screaming through his mind, begging him to stop, but he wasn't done. Every step he took carried his unyielding resolve to find them.
The undead rose again, floating above the ground. It pulled fire from the red orb hovering above its hand. The dark crimson flames swelled before compressing into a ball the size of a fist. It hurled the fireball at Riven, its heat so intense that it scorched everything nearby before even touching it.
Riven stood his ground. He swung his sword down, and the flames on his blade erupted violently, slashing straight through the attack easily.
Boom!
