Ryan watched as the blood on the ground hissed and evaporated, the air around the creature shimmering like glass in a forge. The heat was unbearable, even from this distance. He tightened his grip on his weapons, his mind already racing.
"Anyone who can't endure this heat lacks fire resistance or doesn't have the speed or firepower to stay in this fight, fall back. Help the healers evacuate the wounded and form a defensive perimeter."
Michalina exhaled slowly, sweat already rolling down her temples. "It's like standing in front of a bloody blast furnace without a wall between you."
Donna limped toward them, her expression dry despite the heat. "We're going to come out of this looking like burnt jerky."
Kaya, one of Xuelong's elites and second only to her in endurance, stepped forward with a feral grin. "So, Your Holiness, what's the play?"
