The mana in the arena churned. Above Lysander, a rift opened, and a massive, serpentine head made of living magma emerged. It wasn't a true dragon, but an elemental construct. It roared, shaking the barrier.
"Burn him to nothing! [Magma Deluge]!"
The Fire Drake opened its maw, and a river of lava poured out, aiming to bury Alvian.
The crowd screamed. This was a spell meant for siege warfare, not a duel.
Alvian stopped walking. He looked up at the descending lava.
"Finally," Alvian murmured. "Something worth hitting."
He reached over his shoulder and gripped the handle of the [Lance of the Void Winter].
As his hand touched the black metal, the air in the arena screamed. A violet aura exploded outward, overpowering the red glow of the lava.
Alvian activated the active skill of his new weapon.
"[Glacial Void Pierce]."
He didn't throw the spear. He thrust it upward.
