The firestorm in the sky swirled wildly for a moment longer, then slowly started to fade.
The battlefield was a mess of blackened snow, scorched earth, and rising steam. Patches of lingering fire crackled softly, lighting the ground in flickering orange.
Cassandra and Lyraen stood at the edge, shielding their faces.
"It's... too hot," Lyraen muttered, squinting. "I don't even know where to look."
Then Cassandra pointed.
"Wait... look."
A soft breeze began to stir.
The flames still burning across the field started to move. Slowly at first, just shifting.
Then, all at once, they began to twist and pull, drawn toward a single point.
Like threads of light, the fire spiraled across the battlefield, circling faster and faster, forming a fire tornado. At its base, a small glowing point shimmered.
The wind howled as it spun, but the longer it went on, the colder the air around them became. Steam turned to mist. Heat faded to chill.
Then... silence.
The fire was gone.
