As the bodies built up and the amount of attackers increased, Uvedin slowly grew tired. His reflexes were at their peak, but no matter how many he slaughtered, three more came to replace the dead one. As the natives pressed inward like an anaconda slowly constricting its prey, Uvedin dropped his spear. He held his hands to the sky, then let out an incredibly loud shout. Fire erupted from him like a great flood, engulfing everything around. A huge beam of fire burst from Uvedin towards the sky, and then spread outwards, engulfing it as well. Then, the flaming sky, like the Envoy of Hell, burst into liquid flame which poured onto the island.
Joran screamed out as fire rained from the sky and he watched in horror as it came closer and closer. Then, as the fiery rain poured, a large bubble of energy formed around Joran, shielding him from the fire. Joran looked around for the cause, and saw Uvedin, with his hands outstretched to the sky. Uvedin’s eyes had gone completely red, almost like lava, and his entire body glowed with hate and rage.
“Impossible…” Joran said to himself as he stared at Uvedin. “Magic is a gift very few have… but Uvedin? And magic of this caliber? This is like the work of the Mage Lords of old… How?”
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