Part 4: Flames of Destruction
In a display of her unyielding power, Tarsa manipulated a raging torrent of fire around her, its embers dancing under the moonlit sky. As the tribe of barbarians closed in, attempting to reason with her, she showed no interest in conversation. Her arrogance fueled her conviction that she was stronger than all of them combined.
With a flick of her wrist, bolts of fire shot from her spinning torrent, striking the warriors around her. Their screams filled the night air, but Tarsa reveled in their pain, the flames licking at their skin like tongues of wrath.
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