"Herald is a weak and feeble creature," Caligo continued, his tone becoming more contemptuous with each word as though the very act of speaking about the Herald's failure was distasteful to him. "Typhoon told me to watch the human, not fight him. This is the cost of violating that directive. This is what happens when you challenge a Soul Warden."
His mouth opened wide, the jaw extending with to reveal the interior of his throat.
Blue fire erupted from deep within his chest cavity, a conflagration of such intensity that the very air crystallized under the heat and pressure being generated.
The flames burned in shades of electric blue, a color that existed at the boundary between plasma and conventional matter, temperatures that exceeded the understanding by orders of magnitude.
Sapphira attempted to shield her face with her claws, a reflexive gesture born from centuries of combat experience and the primal desire for self-preservation.
