Chapitre 92: The Royal Banquet (End) The Outcome

Draven stopped his steps, and instead of immediately launching his attack, he began to chant. This was unusual for Draven, who was known for his efficiency in battle. The nobles around him listened in awe and confusion as his voice overlapped with another's. Ignis, hiding within Draven's robe, chanted in unison with him, their voices blending into a powerful incantation.

Draven's voice rang out, cold and commanding, each word resonating with power as he began his chant. The air around him seemed to shimmer with energy, and the great families watched in awe and anticipation.

"Flames of creation," he intoned, his voice echoing through the grand hall. The magic circles beneath his feet glowed brighter, the intricate patterns shifting and pulsing with life.

"Fire of the ancients," he continued, his tone unwavering and filled with authority. The temperature in the room began to rise, and a faint smell of sulfur filled the air.