The flaming lance had struck true—piercing through the air with blistering speed before exploding within a tightly packed cluster of red-winged avian monsters!
The impact of the explosion caused a dense, billowing cloud of smoke to engulf the entire sky, obscuring the flock from view...
And when the smoke began to clear, what was revealed was a gruesome sight—scorched feathers and charred bodies of the bloodwings raining down as the burning magic tore mercilessly through their ranks.
Several more of the bloodwings shrieked in agony before plummeting to the blood-soaked ground, leaving behind a dozen of their brethren—stunned and visibly shaken by the devastation.
One of the survivors was, of course, the Alpha of the bloodwings, which had twisted itself mid-air—narrowly avoiding the blast from Anastasia's destructive fire arcana.
