Pyromancy 11

Looking through the gate, I understood why the breeze seemed to blow from here to there, as the Glass Dunes for a mile or two on the far side were no longer so much dunes as they were glass—molten glass, at the base of a firestorm bigger than most thunder-heads. In the heart of the firestorm, Baltrice still battled three of the e-drakes, all of them appearing to be having a fine old time.

Test of Metal: A Planeswalker Novel (Magic The Gathering: Planeswalker Book 3), Chapter 17