บท 421: The Third Winds Of A Brewing Storm (5)

Blazing heat filled the Fountain of Death's chamber as soon as Toz let go of his Fireball and sent it toward their target. The explosive heat was enough to make them flinch. But there were two who under no circumstances could blink or look away. Wyrie and Seich.

For the attack to reach its maximum potential, both of them had to time their magic down to a single moment. Seich had to send out the magic in his swords as soon as Toz's Fireball began exploding. And right after that, Wyrie had to add her magic to the combined attack.

Mifter's spinning cone of needles enveloped Toz's ball of flames and turned into a blazing drill that burned the air it passed through. The scattered heat was enough to make the water pouring from the Fountain of Death bubble and the mist of demonic energy dissipate.