บท 107: Fireproof

"Because it's effective," Daena replied, lunging forward, a streak of flame igniting the air around her hand. Her fiery assault tore through the distance between her and the closest cursed guardian, the heat distorting the figures around them like ripples on water.

The air around the obsidian field seemed to condense, heavy and oppressive. It pulsed with the unnatural hum of latent magic, vibrating faintly against Daena's skin. Each step sent gritty shards of obsidian crunching beneath her boots, their sharp edges cutting faintly through her soles as she maneuvered with a warrior's grace.

Her fire struck true, engulfing the closest figure in a searing column of flame. Yet, as the light faded, the figure reemerged, entirely untouched. Its hollow eyes locked onto Daena with unsettling calm, as though it hadn't just walked through an inferno.

"Oh, wonderful," Daena muttered. "Fireproof."