Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20161201013236/@comment-26444332-20161228004141

Alister's eyes snap open.

'Lost Weeping.'

'Oh, s-' Alastríona begins, before a massive tornado of blinding golden fire bursts from the sky and begins slowly descending on the temple.

The earth begins to shake as the great fiery pillar descends, and the rain flashboils out of the sky from the heat. Artoria looks up in shock.

'Lost Weeping...' she murmurs, in fear and shock and awe.

'''Lost Weeping. Classification: Nation-grade Noble Art, complementing the Origin of "Conflagration". When used at full power, it has the ability to envelop roughly a thousand kilometers from the centre of the spell in an inferno that exceeds the heat of the Noble Art, Flames of Chaos, which burns at 3,000 degrees Celsius'',' Manteau's Stigma informs him with a blink. Though it is a Noble Art, and therefore cannot be used by him, it still can tell him the nature of the spell.

'Run, now!' Alastríona shouts.

'That would be wise,' Archer adds, nocking an arrow and slowly backing away. 'It would be beneficial to everything in the vicinity, unless the Flame of Heaven wishes to stop feeding his spell power.'