All eyes shifted to Irida as she began her spell. Her face was cold, focused as she gripped her staff firmly.
Joel's eyes widened as a memory struck him.
"Irida, don't use flame blasts, or we'll be done for!" he called out quickly.
Irida froze for a moment, then whipped her head toward him. Her glare became sharper, her eyes burning. "I know that much. I'm not an idiot, for gods' sake." Her words cut like a knife but she turned back, refusing to break her focus.
Her staff pulsed with power. Heat gathered in the air. A second later, fire roared.
Swoooosh!
A wave of flame burst out, spraying across the ceiling. The fire moved like a giant serpent, writhing and curling through the darkness. The air sizzled as the flames struck the insects.
The stench of burning flesh filled the corridor as the first wave of insects shrieked.
SCREEH!SCREECH!
