The tornado was so large that it seemed to swallow everything around it. Flames spiralled upward with terrifying force, twisting and roaring as though a giant beast were struggling to break free. The six imperial mages were spread around it, their combined power holding the enormous vortex in place.
They weren't trying to extinguish the flames.
They were trying to prevent Kaelan from moving.
Every time he attempted to break free, the mages reinforced their containment. The fire tornado would surge in one direction, only to be forced back toward its original position. Even from a distance, Kiara could see the strain on their faces.
Her gaze moved upward.
High above the tornado, Xander Storm was riding on the back of a blue drake. He held a bow in his hand, his attention fixed on Kaelan below.
A red glow had gathered around the arrow he was forming.
