Seirin’s gaze fixed on the volcano’s ruined crown. A burning sphere lifted out of it, a sun-fire orb, intensely bright and hot enough to melt the caldera to its roots. Two smaller orbs followed Vissyus into the sky, blazing red to his left, arctic blue to his right.
Fire raced from the dying island, leaping over the cracked shoreline and dropping onto the plains like firebombs. The earth withered and the seas boiled. Fiyorok landed in a flash of red-and-gold light. Akuan followed several hundred yards to the south, coating the ground with ice. Guarded mountains fell, the pools Seirin protected turned to vapor.
Aeryk hardly believed what the Boundary showed him, especially when Vissyus landed on the plain and lowered his enormous shield. The man within seemed so small in comparison, a mere fraction of the globe that surrounded him. Even so, he was the core, the compact yet infinitely powerful furnace at the heart of the largest star. His tawny hair licked the wind like flames, and his boyishly handsome face was as fresh as the dawn. He wore a shirt of soiled red over black ash-covered pants. A long gray cape fluttered behind him in the wind, reminding
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