The Mist Wraiths shrieked, diving toward the cave entrance in a massive, swirling tidal wave of deadly wind and gray fog.
"System," Vahn commanded, his voice echoing with absolute dominion. "Engage[Inferno Nova]. Limit the output. Toggle: [Sun-Aura]. Radius: Three meters."
A blinding, pristine ring of pure white plasma erupted from Vahn's boots, creating a perfect, impenetrable dome of heat around the party. The Wraiths crashed into the aura. Because they were made of pure energy, the catastrophic heat of the dying star didn't just burn them; it instantly melted their foundational code, reducing the terrifying monsters to harmless, floating orbs of raw, blue experience points.
"Now," Vahn murmured, placing his hand flat against the scorching surface of the Devouring Egg. "Eat."
