The Primordial Flames melted Ruugat's body and ate at his enchantments. Wherever the white fire passed, the orange aura of Earthly Vault became so thin that even normal spells broke through it.
"Steady!" Vladion ordered.
He and Milea formed a second line with half of the Council, keeping themselves away from the fiery onslaught but close enough to intervene if necessary. Primordial Flames didn't discriminate between friend and foe.
Any spell the allied forces might cast now would have weakened the white fire and helped the lost city
"Enough!" Ruugat roared, hurt more than in his pride.
Still down, he slammed his head, fists, and knees into the ground like a child throwing a tantrum. A tantrum that split the earth, draining the molten lava, and shook the ground with enough violence to make the soldiers fall.
