BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAST!!!
Black fire vomited from the heavens.
"ROAAAAAAAAAR!!!" Oathran screamed in fear. He had never felt this fear once before. This fear—was beyond death itself.
Black flame enveloped them. Nothing like flame as Oathran understood flame.
It didn't flicker or dance. It poured, a cascade of absolute darkness that swallowed the light and the water and the screaming creatures around him in a single, terrible instant. It scoured the surface of the corrupted sea like the hand of a god wiping clean a slate.
Huh?
It wasn't… hot?
But the creatures around him scattered.
The serpent with too many jaws released his wing and fled, its body already dissolving where the black fire had touched it. The crustacean thing let go of his leg and scrambled backward, its chitin cracking and peeling, its mandibles clicking in a frenzied, agonized rhythm.
