"He has unleashed his ball of spirit fire. This is not good..." The captain thought to herself, her heart hammering in her chest. Her body stood frozen, as though bound by invisible chains of fear. Her senses sharpened, every detail of the unfolding scene searing into her mind, but her limbs refused to move, locked in place by the overwhelming pressure of the situation.
She watched in helpless awe as the black-clad cultivator floated effortlessly above the charred deck of the magic ship. Three radiant balls of spirit fire swirled menacingly around him, their violent flames dancing in the air like living entities, eager to strike.
