"Burn for me!" Valkor declared as violet fire swirled wildly around his arms like living serpents. His smile was vicious—proud. He was enjoying himself.
Just a few steps away stood Zul Gor, the orc shaman, firm despite the pool of blood beneath his fist.
The orc's robe was now tattered and burned. Steam hissed from fresh burns that marred his green skin, and his breathing was ragged. Despite this, a fierce gleam shone in the shaman's eyes as he wielded his staff against the Inferno Prince.
After fighting off a horde of monsters when his stamina was dangerously low, Valkor had struck—launching a fire blast at the shaman, catching him off guard and injuring him severely.
If it were normal flames, Zul Gor wouldn't be this weakened, but there was something about the purple fire that he couldn't quite understand. He could tell—it was very dangerous.
