Tanks being bathed in fires that approach Thousands of Degre

"So...sorry about this, but I've at least got to make a token effort." Cornelius apologized, then began chanting. You didn't even bother paying attention to the chant, nor the prana gathering in his hand. You didn't pay much attention to...anything, really. It wasn't a very long chant anyways, and mere seconds later you were bathed in fires that approached thousands of degrees Celsius. And yet...several seconds later the fire cut off, and you were utterly unharmed from the experience. "Yup, that's about what I expected." Alba concluded, shrugging and laying against a nearby stack of jars. "A whole world of monsters, and it's the one pretending to be a ten-year old kid that does you in Alba." He murmured to himself, staring up at the ceiling.