But others were diving from above—from ledges and broken balconies.
There, he had no choice.
He looked up and launched a wave of flame straight into the air, catching them before they could land.
They ignited mid-flight, their corpses falling like burning comets around him.
Nyros returned to slashing, his movements fierce but beginning to slow.
He pushed them back—step by step—and eventually gained enough distance to unleash another inferno.
He clapped again….
FWOOSH.
Another wave of fire burst outward from him.
The center line disintegrated once more, but the sides—always the sides—burned and kept coming.
And so, after cutting down yet another wave of twisted horrors, Nyros began to edge away slightly from Liseria's position, creating just enough space between them.
He clapped his hands once more.
FWOOM.
A third inferno erupted around him, forming a blazing ring that encircled the battlefield.
