A tyrannical wave of mana surged from the Dark King's core.
It flowed like a never-ending tide through his pathways as his lips curled into a wide grin. His lips parted, and he let out a boisterous laugh.
Rank 4 Spell: Winds of Calamity!
The air in the hall twisted and roared. A violent surge of wind burst outward, tearing through the chamber with overwhelming force. It howled between pillars, slammed against walls, and swept across the flames already raging.
And the fire answered. It fed on the wind and grew. What had been a blaze turned into an inferno. Flames stretched higher, burned hotter, and spread faster. They were no longer contained, but spread through every inch of the building.
The heat surged to another level. Fire and wind moved as one, turning the entire hall into a storm of destruction.
