Tags: Lissandra, Brand, Tahm Kench.
The camera lens wanders across a dystopian world that's filled with active volcanoes. Ash and black smoke waft about those great raised shafts of smoldering black stone, sizzling rivers of scorching red lava marking the land like raised blue veins in the limbs of an elderly person. The struggle of a distant feminine silhouette can barely be distinguished due to the smoke that covers the screen as the camera suddenly nosedives through the mist of the poisonous black smog.
The black emissions of the dying hollow mountains give way to a dense veil of scattered ash, little slivers of burnt matter swirling about melancholically like impure snowflakes caught at the wake of a maddening blizzard. The fiendish smoldering man that's standing at the very eye of the black snowstorm dramatically approaches the fleeing silhouette of the tall white-haired woman.
"I'm the fire that cleanses the world, Ice Witch!" Brand's words echo ominously amidst the thunderous rumbling of the bleeding mountains. Lissandra scowls as she attempts to throw a half-melted icicle at the approaching burning man, only for the Freljordian witch's magic to flicker pathetically at the end of her burnt fingertips and then dissolve harmlessly.
The sizzling earth underneath the Ice Witch's feet groans and shakes as if in mockery. Brand takes another lethargic step forward as the volcanoes behind him abruptly erupt, sending hot volleys of red lava and liquid rock towards the breached heavens right above them.
"I will purify this one." Brand raises his hands ominously, even as Lissandra hastily reaches for something in her purse and procures a simple rectangular box filled with Mentos. Liss puts a Mentos in her mouth and starts chewing vigorously as the fire demon prepares to attack her.
"The inferno begins!" The fiendish demon cackles maliciously as Brand unleashes all of his tremendous power upon Lissandra, exactly at the same time Liss opens her mouth and blows determinedly at the cruel fire demon.
The camera briefly flickers to a close-up of Lissandra's full blue lips as the Freljordian woman's lips suddenly part and a torrent of frigid cold air is abruptly expelled out of her open mouth. The camera lens instantly fogs, only to then be encompassed in a thick sheet of ice.
The screen momentary fades to black for a second, and when the spectators can witness the hellish landscape of the burning world once more, the fire demon has been seemingly frozen solid on the spot and everything else has been coated in a firm layer of fresh ice.
The visibly smug Ice Witch smiles triumphantly at the camera.
"Mentos," Lissandra grins confidently as she pushes another ivory mint into her mouth. "Em-power your senses."
The program then returns back to Tahm Kench's cooking show where the giant catfish is currently chopping Voidling tentacles.
"-Add just a pinch of nerfed Vel'Koz tentacles, Illaoi's sorrow, 2 grams of ginger and then carefully add the dried-up marksmen tears into the mixture." Tahm Kench pauses in order to take a tentative sip out of his ladle. "Sluuuurp! Ummm… delicious."