"Inferno Sphere."
Claude's voice echoed through the night, and from a massive black magic circle above, five blazing orbs of dark fire rained down onto Blackwood.
Each one crashed into the village like a meteor, ripping through houses as if they were made of paper.
The shockwaves alone sent people flying through the air, their bodies slamming into walls or the ground, bones shattering on impact.
Those unfortunate enough to be near the blasts were instantly reduced to ash.
Even the rain, pouring down relentlessly, couldn't extinguish the cursed flames. They devoured everything, burning with a hunger that no natural fire possessed.
The villagers' screams reached him even from high above, and Claude's lips curled into a wide, sadistic smile.
"Morion," he said, his voice calm yet cold, fingers gently brushing through her hair.
"This is what happens to righteous fools who think they can burn our kind, enslave us, and butcher our brothers and sisters like animals."
