You make out a loud cracking sound, and several of the trees a hundred feet down the road flare as explosions tear open their trunks at the base. A moment later, a cluster of trees on either side of the road careen inward to fall across the Elfroad, blocking the path ahead.
Crystin’s eyes glaze over, gaining that far away look which you witnessed when you first met her. A moment later she comes back shouting for Digi to move away from the section of road where he is currently standing.
The curtains of flame that lick meekly at the trees at the road’s edge suddenly flare, cinders bursting outward across you all. Behind you, you hear a sudden roaring noise, and looking back you see the road fifty feet away cut off by a furious wall of fire. The sides of the Elfroad are quickly becoming hazardous as live flames reach out at you, and overhead the ash and cinders begin to swirl, the center of which appears to be over Digi’s head.