Moon lay crumpled against debris ten meters away, his body burned and bleeding. Steam rose from his hands where he'd channeled the evolved skill. His cloak was shredded, his face and torso covered in blood from multiple wounds.
He looked more corpse than living person.
But the aura emanating from him told a different story.
Even unconscious and dying, power radiated from Moon's body.
Kael stood frozen, his crimson eyes wide with an emotion he rarely displayed.
'How did he do it? This power behind that fireball is even greater than my own.'
As the pyromancer prodigy of the Glassy family, Kael had received the best training from the most powerful awakeners with variants of the fire mage, the finest resources, and access to techniques most awakeners would never see. His talent was recognized across the First Sanctuary as exceptional, perhaps once in a generation.
