A dull wave spread across the sky and poured down.
The wave that closed in was filled with an undeniable force.
Whoosh! The crimson fire coiled around his right arm swelled up.
With a process that had now become familiar, Lee Ha-yul forced life into it, feeding the flames with his breath to ignite the blaze. He swung the searing flame around his arm.
The collision between the wave and the crimson flame flared in the sky.
The two forces clashed and cancelled each other out, and Lee Ha-yul flicked the remnants of the flame off his fingertips.
Beyond the rolling waves of magical energy, the Tower Master of the Spirits spread his wings wide.
