This creature was truly something from another world.
Its resistance to heat was understandable—any world had fire so resistance to it could be universal—but light was also bouncing off it. Logan didn't understand. Wasn't light supposed to be the bane of the creature before him?
He continued to expand Holy Nova, already feeling that sixty percent of his mana had been drained. Scorch took the lead, frustrated that his infernal beams had done no damage. He now used Flarestorm, his strongest move. The tamed blazing tyrannosaurus surrounded himself with a vortex of fire, amplified further by his molten scales.
Logan began to walk away—he didn't have the mana left to shield himself from the flaming tornado that was forming around Scorch.
Even darkness mana began to get absorbed into the vortex. It sucked in everything around it.
