Roland had taken the initiative to ask Bronson about Tricks before, so the scholar had demonstrated Flaming Arrow for him on more than one occasion.
But Bronson's version of Flaming Arrow only managed to conjure a weak, knuckle-sized flame at his fingertip.
To be frank, from what Roland had observed, it was even less powerful than a common fire-tipped arrow.
However, the Flaming Arrow he had just cast was completely different.
Not only had a scorching, palm-sized fireball formed above his fingertip, but its power...
Roland's gaze involuntarily turned toward the coast.
That massive reef, which had once stood tall, was now shattered into countless pieces by the explosive flame.
Tiny fragments rose and fell with the waves, washing up onto the beach at his feet and shimmering with a faint light in the sun.
'Why is there such a huge difference...?'
Before he could puzzle out the answer, a tearing, excruciating pain suddenly assaulted his mind.
