Rumble!
A storm of blazing white flames erupted around the golden-masked man, surging like a volcanic eruption, its torrents sweeping ferociously in every direction.
These flames gave off no heat. Instead, they carried a chill that seemed to freeze the soul, harboring a terrifying power of dissolution. Air, soil, gravel, trees-anything touched by the flames instantly vaporized into nothingness.
"World-Purifying Flame!"
Maguire's expression grew grave. He recognized this String Sorcery as a weaving of the light, fire, and wind strings, pushing all three properties to their utmost limits. If he carelessly allowed those flames to engulf him, both his fleshly vessel and spirit soul would be annihilated.
Had he been facing it alone, Maguire would certainly have given ground, avoiding the first and fiercest onslaught of the World-Purifying Flame. But now-
Why should I avoid his edge?
Roar!
An inhuman roar burst from Maguire's throat. His already towering, muscular body rapidly swelled, bursting through his mage's robes and transforming in the blink of an eye into a giant over forty feet tall.
Dense hair like steel needles covered his entire body. The hair around his enormous head flew wildly, making him resemble a maddened male lion.
He stamped heavily, as though stepping on a seesaw. A vast stretch of earth levered upward and crashed toward the golden-masked man like a small mountain.
Maguire also clapped his palms together fiercely. Immense wind pressure erupted between them, hurtling outward as an invisible cannonball.
As Maguire struck, the three Weavers-Olivia, Edwin, and Augustus-moved almost simultaneously.
Crackle!
Dazzling arcs of electricity burst around Olivia. Countless visible and invisible particles swept toward her from the sky and earth, forming Thunder God's Armor around her body. That was not all: lightning and fire gathered in her palm, condensing amid a blinding radiance into a spear that