He dug deeper, past his mana, into the very core of his being. His second howl wasn't just wind, he added a sonic boom laced with his soul.
"GRRRAAAAAA—"
"—WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO—!"
The sound wave shattered the air, creating a concussive blast that punched into the flow. The cost was immediate and excruciating. Immediately, he felt something vital cracking inside him.
But it worked. The colossal wave shuddered, wobbled, and was violently shoved eastward, toward the desolate ice fields. The victory was instant, and catastrophic.
The concussive echo of his own power rippled through the unstable peak, triggering a secondary cataclysm. The mountainside itself began to vomit forth, a roaring avalanche of rock, ice, and now, the lava he'd successfully redirected, began tumbling directly toward him.
The ground under his paws splintered.
