Iguva - Fireball 2

The moment they laid eyes on the lone undead in the distance, it loosed another magical attack from its hand.

The fireball, about as big as a human’s head, followed a straight path through the air and crashed into the lizardmen on the front lines.

Usually, throwing water on fire would put it out. But phenomena brought about by the laws of magic, even such everyday phenomena, were different. The moment the fireball hit the water, the area went up in flames as if the swamp were a hard floor.

The expanding conflagration engulfed several lizardmen and disappeared.

An illusion—the flames vanished abruptly enough to make them doubt their sight. But the smell of burned flesh hanging in the air and the crumpled forms of lizardmen on the ground were no illusions.

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Volume 4, Chapter 3.4