The Magus Echoes of the forgotten

Lord of the Ashes

The approaching vermins seemed countless as they swarmed down the rubble towards Yon. But he still had strength even in his wounded form, and an immense amount of mana to fuel his spell.

Rising, flames licked the ground, conjured by both hands in an all-consuming inferno.

Points of ignition flared up around him in a circle. Creating the foundation, he connected these points, channeling his mana through them. The flames rose, forming a continuous ring of fire. He extended his arms, palms open, and began to twist his wrists, shaping the flames into a spiraling vortex.

The air around him heated up rapidly as the vortex gained momentum, the flames licking higher into the sky.

The searing vortex encircled his body, growing ever more intense. The front-runners of the vermin tide met the vortex head-on their tiny bodies igniting like kindling. Screams rent the air as they were immolated where they climbed, the flames tearing through their ranks.

Yon concentrated harder, weaving the vortex