Usque ar Ñalma - Forgotten Usque Border

The Brotherhoods assistance had powered up Fundor to levels reaching that of Zalos and Trogdor. Their choice to retreat from the dust cloud was probably a smart move however. They could still assist from afar if they could locate Fundor

The 'Sun' would laugh if it could at what was unfolding in front it. All heat had been drawn from the original storm by multiple beings and the ashen clouds dispersing. As the ashen clouds vanished, a bright light could be seen between the cracks from above. Soon enough, with the dismissal of one storm, another had been brewing. 

The spiraling vortex of flames that had continued to draw on power from multiple sources was added a new source of energy to recycle that would soon be supported by other sources. The fire storm would cast a bright light that cast it's gold and red hues across the lands. As all light does, when what light returned from the surface had not been absorbed by the elements themselves, it would absorb this light to add a small return of energy to focus into what magic it had in works. 

With the fire storm above producing a centralized warm front, the cool front released from Trogdor's storm would collide with it. The two fronts would take separate paths; the warm front was pushed upwards and the cold front under it. To make it worse, with both fronts carry heaving wind speeds, it make things even worse.With such a rapid punch to the centralized warm front in a complete 360, Supercell conditions were made plausible.

The moment the fronts collide, red bolts of fire split the sky open, but never left the skies. A deafening boom occurred  immediately after it that shook the grounds. The firestorm above seemed to begin forming into a mushroom like figure. Within moments Trogdor himself was once again hidden, but in the midst of a fire cloud. 

To replace the water that would naturally be needed to form your typical Supercell, the firestorm used itself, allowing nature to take control of it's figure. Quickly the firestorm unfolded into what would soon become a Supercell Firestorm. Despite not being fully formed, the weather on the ground and lower skies would drastically change.

The first thing was the increase in light that was being dispersed. Sacrificing the energy absorbing capability from heat, it's light gathering increased. With the unadaultered sunlight from above and it's reflection on the ground, it would definitely be able keep a steady charge, neither gaining or losing energy. Using mother nature as the crutch took a lot of slack off the magic usage needed to form this storm.

The winds on the ground would find themselves blowing at about eighty mph. As the storm grew, the winds would grow also. These winds were very warm due to the fire clouds above heating it. As time went, the wind would get hotter as the speed increased, making it feel like one was travelling through a desert without water.

Through it all, the 'Sun' still kept focusing energy into Trogdor in one way or another. Since the 'Sun' could not directly continue to focus it's energy into Trogdor, it worked itself around that. The 'Sun' as the core of this storm, would focus the hottest fires on Trogdor, meaning high magic force involved. As Trogdor is known to do, this fire would continue to fuel him and boost his capability. 

"When this storm is complete, we will become one... They will be at our mercy." The 'Sun' communicated into Trogdor's mind. 


(Just a lot more fire instead of clouds. You would see some clouds on the outskirts as the steam is rolled and the storm is forming, but they would vanish quickly. )
(Prep 2. 

Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui 's Storm would push inwards to suppress [Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo 's growing aura of clouds and weather effects. As it converged the opposing smaller storm would be crushed, and would merge with the black thunder clouds. It'd envelope him, slowly attempting to electrocute anyone who entered or was in it.

However, it was not aimed to kill, only to halt any further casting or charging from [Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo .
((3 charge spell beats 2 charge))
(Tl;dr, my storm squishs zaltos' and then surrounds him and stops any external casting)


From his bond with Keizhi he could distantly hear Trogdor 's voice far in the back of her head. He could not directly intervene however, but he could attempt to speak to her, through the shroud.
Do not listen to him, hold on very tight. Don't listen to the fool, hear me instead...
Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui decided now was the time to engage Trogdor in melee, he quickly turned toward his target, adding a quick gush of speed right before striking directly at his foe. With claws extended and teeth bare he would collide with the slightly larger red dragon, Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui 's metal armor and scales clashing against Trogdor 's with a great impact. (Unless he dodged, but is unlikely with the high speeds.)(Tl;dr, I talk to Keizhi and then rush towards Trogdor and begin battling him up close)

What Jarkoopi failed to account in his storm was the traumatic weather changes that would occur as his thunderstorm collided with the fire supercell. The hot storm would slide above Jarkoopi's storm, blending with it as it's form continued to spiral. Jarkoopi's thunderstorm did initially halt the progression of the storm from growing as it was, but nature was still a strong aspect in the development of storms, and nature decides that warm fronts tend to slip upwards in humid weather, and a water based storm would definitely create a lot of moisture in the air as the original heat would create steam from the water clouds.

From the top, the firestorm would begin to circulate with Jarkoopi's, blending with it. Instead of taking on the form of the main cloud, the fires created massive currents that would descend from the base of the clouds. What was creating this unnatural occurrence could easily be targeted to the massive influx of energy that this 'Sun' was pumping into Trogdor by now. This energy seemed to be engulfing the area, one could feel the magic of the Phoenix flowing through the air from the firestorm. 

A loud boom occurred as fiery bolts broke out around Trogdor. The 'Sun' was beginning to vanish and the fiery storm began to fold into Trogdor's storm. What was occurring was create a massive imbalance of magic in the area as certain loose magic was being pulled into Trogdor's form at a rapid pace. 

In minutes, the mass of the firestorm above was gone, but not all of it vanished. Around Trogdor was a massive ball of red fire that acted as an egg that seemed to be protected by a non-stop assault of fire bolts. With such, massive vortexs of fire began to extend from the base of the storm and touch the ground, creating a series of F2 tornadoes that would grow in power as the fiery shell and Trogdor continued to grow. At this moment, physical attacks would find themselves futile and it would take a massive strike from magic to break this fiery field around Trogdor.

"Trogdor, embrace my power and we can finish this! May they feel the wrath of Zaldor!", the 'Sun' spoke to Trogdor through their bond. 

Lai Ban hovers just above the Pharisees, her body radiating with the avatar of the chaos phoenix. She winces at the sheer amount of violence taking place in this land.

"This is absurd. If this keeps up the kingdom will be destroyed. I can't just sit idly by... As a Grand Phoenixian, I am no coward... Although I suppose I may want to keep hidden just in case." She muttered this last bit. "Cover me. Hopefully this will not be necessary. But if it is, I may need your help, depending on what this... fusion decides to do."

Gliding into a thick tree line to help keep herself hidden, the Grand Phoenixian placed her hands together in prayer. "Great Phoenix of Chaos, embodiment of light and darkness, empower my will, for it is with everlasting love and mercy that I implore to help me end this battle with no loss of life..." The dark half of her aura began to dissipate and be overtaken by the light. In other words, the purple became a pure white. The outline of the phoenix became clearer and clearer. There was an effusion of holy energy dripping all over her.

It would most likely be the first time the Pharisees had seen Lai Ban give it her all. The aura was unmistakably good, and one would be hard pressed to feel any ill will towards it. Even looking at the light she was producing would have a calming effect on people.

As the outline of the light half of the Chaos Phoenix became brighter and brighter, a six-sided seal began to appear under her. It began to radiate a heavenly calming music.


"Great one, to protect both your father and prevent the spilling of blood, let us prepare to bring the legendary Seraphim's Seal of Chastity upon this land!"

Charging, Stage 1.