Then it roared back, tenfold stronger.
With a ferocity that was unmatched and one clear goal...to make an inferno out of these lands, consuming everything they touched into a sea of fire.
Neveah's knees buckled. Her teeth were gritted so hard, she felt they would crush. Still, she didn't falter, she couldn't afford to.
The lava was a flood of liquid flames, and it would only keep coming. One collision had pushed it back some measure, but it was far from tamed. Instead, it was even more furious now. Alive and vengeful.
Watching the wild, hungry flames. Neveah was not so certain she could suppress it, or even push it back. Magic was capable of many phenomenal things, she could testify of it herself, she had experienced a good measure of it, often of her own doing.
But she did not know if this was one of it...one of those times when magic created a solution out of a seemingly hopeless situation.
