The fire kept pouring from Erend. It was ceaseless stream of red and gold fury that bathed the forest floor in blinding light.
Orzhal-Kur's silhouette was long gone swallowed by fire but still Erend didn't stop.
Her screams had already vanished into the roar of fire but he could feel a faint flicker of life that stubborn and clinging still coiled within her form.
She wasn't weak enough yet. She was too entrenched in whatever madness she had embraced.
He narrowed his eyes and focusing. The urge to end it now tempted him, but he resisted. Killing her wasn't his goal. He just needed her broken and too weak to fight. But alive enough to speak. That meant he need deliberate control on his fire.
Erend took a deep breath through flared nostrils, and the fire began to bend, curling inward, thinning, and retreating from an all-consuming inferno into a focused spiral of heat.
