In the midst of the chaos in the large tent, scorching flames and roaring thunder surged and swelled like erupting magma and writhing silver snakes, wreaking havoc in a frenzy.
In an instant, Owen's body was engulfed.
The emanating waves of power turned the ground into a charred black mess, sending up columns of black smoke.
The claws of the two bloodwolves that came into contact with Owen seemed to sink into a quagmire, immediately enshrouded by thunder and flames.
Their iron-like tough fur crackled and sizzled under the relentless assault.
The magma and thunder both contained the power of [Order].
Despite the bloodwolves being as powerful as platinum-tier mages, they couldn't withstand the power of [Order].
After a brief struggle, the silver fur on the bloodwolves' bodies began to shrivel and blacken, and their desiccated flesh showed cracks like tree bark, oozing thick black blood.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!