The Flying Falcon folded its wings and plunged downward, instantly turning into charcoal wrapped in pungent white smoke. Carried by the inertia of its body, it rolled across the ground, leaving blackened scorch marks across the meadow in its path.
The sparkling blue orb of light it had originally touched and regarded as divinely bestowed Life Energy also suddenly changed the instant it hit the ground.
Like ink dropped into clear water, a blazing ochre-red color rapidly spread from the deepest part of the orb amid the sparkling blue radiance that churned and surged like a mist of light.
The temperature of the air suddenly rose. The shrubs and grass on the muddy ground yellowed and charred at a visible speed beneath the surging Scorching Wind.
Flames burned in midair, supported by Life Energy.
They expanded, then contracted.
It seemed as though they would completely collapse the next second because of their lack of a physical form, yet they also seemed bound and restrained by something invisible. In the end, they transformed into a blurry humanoid outline that constantly changed, composed entirely of flames.
This was a Fire Elemental with a Challenge Rating as high as Iv5!
That also meant that, at minimum, a properly composed professional party of four level-five adventurers would need to be fully prepared before they could handle it safely.
Judging solely from its combat ability, it fully deserved to be called "powerful."
To put it harshly, even in the real world, very few of the adventurers currently on Stodd Island could deal with a monster of this level.
If things went badly, it was entirely possible that the entire fleet would be destroyed by it.
There was even less need to explain what would happen here in the Secret Realm.
Most of the adventurers here