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- Eira opened her arms wide as her chant reached a crescendo. “…so that it may burn all that which stands against your wishes! Spirits of passion, unite with my soul and unleash the fury of our will! GREATER CONFLAGRATION!”
- Ulfric and Raffaa leapt away from Atlas as soon as they heard those last two words, which were spoken louder than the rest of the incantation. I tried to do the same with Atlas, but Eira pointed her glowing staff at him and guided her spell’s aim. There were no projectiles; the next moment, the light of her staff vanished and a circle of orange, yellow and red motes of mana appeared around his feet. The circle expanded until it covered nearly half the arena within a heartbeat, more than enough to engulf Atlas three or four times over. The motes started spiraling within that circle, dancing in the air like fireflies in a storm, then, without warning, fell onto the ground.
- “WHOA!” Gwen yelped.
- And an instant later, I lost Atlas when the entire circle burst into a pillar of flames nearly sixty feet wide, from ground to ceiling, which roared deafeningly. I actually felt the fire as a burst of powerful and uncomfortable heat in my nonexistent body. It was hard to describe.
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