After the chant, the blade in his hands released a terrifying orange light, the temperature increased drastically, and it scorched the artificial cactuses in the surroundings and smokes started to come out from the blade furiously.
Fey took a step back unconsciously, then she saw the blade on her brother's hand turned into small flame sparks that scattered in every direction like an insect plague. And they dyed the entire fifty meters with their numbers so that when one looks at the ground, they would see orange lights.
Fein smiled when he saw the wonderful orange light that constantly flickered around him. He looked at the bladeless sword in his hand, because only the hilt remained. Even as its user, he could feel the temperature of the flame sparks, and he thinks that they almost reach one-fourth of the sun's temperature!
Don't forget to use your powerstone! :)