Firestorm Opens the Way and Fiendfyre

The islands and reefs were shrouded in white mist.

A dragon formed from Fiendfyre, trailing black mist, appeared and disappeared in the fog.

Several dragons formed from seawater tore at the Fiendfyre swirling in the air, each collision stirring up large plumes of white mist.

The collision of fire and water generated a large amount of water vapor, which instantly enveloped the entire island and reef.

The area was shrouded in mist, obscuring visibility; only the roar of flowing water and the flickering flames could be heard.

Seawater continuously surged from the surface, replenishing the evaporated water and dissipating the heat of the Fiendfyre.

The firelight occasionally pierced through the white mist, flickering within it and turning the surrounding moisture into an eerie dark red.

The sound of flowing water echoed continuously in the mist, weaving together into a chaotic symphony.

Despite the impressive scale of the operation, both sides were actually making initial probes.

The old wizard was currently stretching his muscles, controlling the Fiendfyre's advance and retreat, neither attacking with all his might nor defending completely, but simply letting the flames wander in the mist, probing Lucien's strength.

At the same time, he was also observing the faintly visible waterspouts—their magical power far surpassed that of their peers, and their unusual affinity for water elements, were what allowed them to manipulate such a massive volume of seawater.

Oh, and this is still Wandless Magic.

If you stayed inside the tower to fight, you wouldn't see this scene.

On the other side, Lucien's dark green eyes had transformed into deep black vortexes, his Eye of Magic Sight capturing the flow of magic in the arena.

Seawater alone cannot extinguish Fiendfyre. Fiendfyre is not an ordinary magical flame; in addition to its extremely high temperature, it also has the property of burning the soul. This is the key reason why the Fiendfyre can destroy Horcrux.

As thoughts flashed through his mind, Lucien's magic surged.

Flames began to ignite around him, a bright orange-red flame with a completely different texture.

Although it is flame, it has a "viscous" feel, like slowly flowing magma.

Lava Fire.

Dumbledore taught Lucien two fire spells: Lava Fire and Gubraithian Fire.

The latter is more supportive and can be used in alchemy and potion making; while the former is purely combat-oriented magic.

Dumbledore's whisper echoed in Lucien's mind once more, "We could try using Firestorm."

Lucien skillfully used the Firestorm the Lava Fire, combining it with fire elemental runes to make the flames more powerful while maintaining their gentleness.

Thick flames gathered around him, flowing slowly and steadily, like a sleeping Fire Serpent.

Suddenly, a large Fiendfyre emerged from the white mist and rushed towards Lucien.

The Fiendfyre came on strong, carrying with them scorching air and a pungent smell of burning.

The molten Lava Fire around Lucien condensed into a wall of fire in time, blocking the Fiendfyre from its master.

The moment the two completely different flames collided, there was no explosion, no loud noise, only a sizzling sound, like red-hot iron being thrown into water.

The viscous Lava Fire enveloped part of the Fiendfyre.

The crimson flames seemed to weaken slightly the moment they were enveloped, losing their previous ferocity and violence, resembling a wild beast being choked.

This is the Lava Fire... no, it's the characteristic of the Firestorm?

Controlling the Fiendfyre?

That's why Dumbledore reminded himself to use Firestorm?

It's not just simple restraint...

Lucien keenly sensed that after enveloping the Fiendfyre, the Lava Fire not only didn't lose much, but actually intensified, as if... it had devoured the Blaze to grow stronger.

A strange look flashed in Lucien's eyes.

Dumbledore's Vulcan-style Firestorm, was it specifically developed for someone...?

On the other side of the white mist, the old wizard sensed the state of Fiendfyre and curled his lips slightly.

He looked in Dumbledore's direction—though the man's figure was also obscured by the mist, he was sure he was in the right direction.

"You really like this student; you even taught him this magic."