Crack. Sizzle.
The fire dragon sigil carved into the Wyvern Flame Spear began expanding at an alarming rate. The heat surged beyond anything Marcus had felt before, rising past the ignition threshold of the surrounding air. Sharp, rhythmic pops echoed through the courtyard as oxygen itself combusted in rapid bursts. Even the thick white mist rising from the Spring of Purity water was burned away, peeled back layer by layer, until the Mist Veil Palace stood fully revealed in harsh, crimson clarity.
The sheer pressure of the fire energy forced a reaction from Marcus's level 9 pet. The Shadow-Stained Gryphon King let out a piercing cry and beat its wings furiously, retreating to the highest rafters in a desperate bid to escape the heat rolling across the courtyard.
"Damn, this thing is aggressive," Marcus muttered.
