Fissure nodded, aware of Mark on his head. "A quarter mile sounds about right." Taking a deep breath, the massive dragon tensed up slightly, and heaved. Every lick of the whole torrential inferno that spewed from his mouth was glassy and clear. Its heat was like nothing before experienced anywhere else in the world, and rather than turning back into lava flow, the rock he directed it toward simply disappeared from sight, as if destroyed completely...<br/><br/>Diarow smiled inwardly at Fissure's display. It was quite wonderful, he knew, and his companion had spent centuries building up his flame's potency to its current intensity. Even Diarow had yet to view a display of equal mastery of such things...