"Be purged in dragonfire!" Valerius' voice boomed through the sky.
The clear blue was overwhelmed by emerald flames that gathered, swelling like flowers fed sunlight. The verdant light shined down upon the valley enclosed by mountains; not even the sea breeze from afar could dwindle the heat that descended.
"For the next thirty seconds, I am immune to being burned, but I cannot move," Rowan imposed upon himself, watching the emerald fireballs quickly plummet.
–Right as the command manifested, the plentiful flames rained down upon the desecrated camp, exploding into bright-green fireworks.
As one stray fireball came towards the woman sitting at the bench, she snapped her fingers, conjuring a pitch-black rose around herself. In the presence of a dragon's wrath, the deathly flower absorbed the heat completely.
