Alice gripped Nygr firmly from his nape and pushed him towards
the south. That hand thrust straight into the night sky and she
called her beloved dragon’s name out loud.

“Amayori!”

A mighty roar immediately returned from the skies. Swinging her
raised right hand down from the west to the east, she then
shouted.

“—Burn them to ashes!!”

The noise of flapping wings poured down like a storm and Nygr,
standing still, along with the grotesque demi-humans charging
into the plaza—the goblins—looked straight up at the same time.
The gigantic flying dragon diving through the skies, dyed red by
flames, opened its jaw wide. A bluish-white gleam flickered from
deep in its throat—

Shubaa!!

That resounded as a glaring light came forth.

The heat ray that made contact with the west streets mowed
down the east streets as well, cutting through before Alice and
Barbossa’s eyes as they stood on the southern side of the plaza.

Time stopped briefly.

Terrible flames swelled up along a line and freed themselves into
the night skies. The goblins swallowed up were blasted up high
with shrill screams.

The heat ray that instantaneously slaughtered over twenty of the
aggressors while vaporizing the fountain in the middle of the
plaza and thick white smoke rolled out into the surroundings.
Amayori flew off, skimming atop it, and Alice called out
instructions to standby before glancing her eye behind.

(Alicization Invading, 96)