Aside from the forbidden realms of time and the soul, if any magic could serve as the Wizard King's signature, there was one clear answer.
Fire.
Unlike Anseir's Fire Ring, John's flames gradually changed color.
Anseir sneered. "What can that tiny wand do?"
The crystal on his staff shone red.
Three Fire Rings overlapped, turning azure with searing heat.
"Mori's Ring of Repulsion."
The instant his staff touched the ground, the Fire Rings contracted into his body before bursting out all at once.
An enormous Fire Ring, twenty meters in radius, spread outward with Anseir at its center.
At the same time, Anseir raised his staff high.
The crystal atop it stirred the fire element, gathering a fireball.
"Blazing Sun!"
The swelling fireball hurtled toward John along with the Fire Ring.
The fireball burst in midair, turning into more than a dozen meteors that crashed toward John.
Facing all this, John merely raised his wand calmly.
Compared with that spectacular Fire Magic, his own magic was pitifully small, but it was exceedingly pure.
Anseir could almost see another wizard's soul falling to his magic.
"Your manners leave a lot to be desired, and your magic is a complete mess, but the idea isn't bad."
John spoke calmly. Just as the flames were about to reach him, the golden flame finally stirred.
It was like a spark carried by the wind into a haystack.
Within a breath, the golden flames devoured every flame that approached him.
The more flames they consumed, the larger the golden flames grew.
Terror began to emerge on Anseir's frozen face.
"How is this possible? Fire devouring fire?"
Anseir had never imagined that his flames could be devoured.
The golden flames gradually took shape, forming an enormous serpent.
Coiling around John, the serpent swallowed a fireball in